Learning to Wait: Advent Week 3
December 21, 2023Guest Sermon post by Becky Frazier
Texts: Luke 1:46-55; Psalm 126; John 1:6-8, 19-28; Isaiah 61:1-4, 8-11.
This week, we gather to celebrate the third week of advent. The meaning of advent is the arrival of something or someone important. And during these four weeks leading up to Christmas, Christians around the world practice the discipline of waiting, of anticipating, of holy longing for the arrival of Christ. We light one candle, and then another and another until the whole wreath is full of light. We count down the 25 days leading up to Christmas with advent calendars full of treats like chocolate or if you go to Costco, even things like cheese, wine, and jellies.
We decorate our houses while listening to a Christmas playlist. We buy gifts and wrap them, placing them under the tree, adding to the joyful anticipation and excitement of finally getting to open them on Christmas morning. We sing songs about hope, peace, joy, and love. During advent, we practice waiting. As we reenact the awaiting and arrival of Immanuel, God with Us, Christ, the Messiah into the world each year, we also acknowledge that we are a people still waiting as we anticipate his return. He has come and he will come again. We are a people who wait.
I think all of our texts this week point to this kind of waiting. The kind of waiting that takes a lot of faith. The kind of waiting where you don’t know how long it will be. Or what it will really ultimately end up like.
Isaiah 61 written to a people leaving exile, a people who had waited for home for a long time. And now they continue to wait for God to be faithful to his promise to send a messiah and usher in a new garen and a new Jerusalem.
In Mary’s song we find Mary waiting for the arrival of the child that was growing inside her, perhaps no bigger than a peanut at this time. But she is also waiting the fulfillment of God’s promise “The promise he made to our fathers, *to Abraham and his children for ever.”
In our gospel reading John the baptizer shares about the coming of one greater than him. He is not the one they are waiting for, but he is preparing the way for the one to come. The wait is almost over.
And our Epistle shares what to do in the midst of waiting. Rejoice, pray, hold fast. “The one who calls you is faithful, and he will do this.”
I don’t know about you, but waiting isn’t really my favorite thing. Around Christmas, waiting to get to open presents is fun, but waiting for word back from the doctor is not. Waiting for a job to open up when we don’t have one is stressful. Waiting for our marriage to get better or for finances to not be so tight for our house to sell or for a loved one to be reconciled to us is painful and anxiety producing. In seasons of waiting, when we don’t know what is next, when we can’t plan for the future because we don’t know what to expect the waiting is difficult and stressful. We know that Jesus was born into the world. We read about it and his life and his ministry and his death and his resurrection. We celebrate it each Christmas time. So the wait is easy. December 25th will come and go as it always does and every year it seems to come more quickly. But waiting for his return might be a bit harder for us. At least it is for me.
Isaiah and Mary tell us about what the kingdom of heaven will be like. What the new Jerusalem will be like. What new creation will have in store. It’s liberty to the captives. It’s comfort to the brokenhearted. It’s help for the hurting. Hope for the oppressed. And food for the hungry. It’s justice and righteousness and a new garden and a new city where shalom, love, and mercy reign.
And I look around us and I see war in Ukraine and Palestine and South Sudan. Civilians and women and children killed and hospitals the target of bombs. I look at the fact that one in ten people in our city struggle with food insecurity and the fact that 25,000 people around the world die of hunger every single day. I look at the gun violence that is rampant in our nation and the racism and misogyny that seem to grow unchecked. I see a badly broken prison system more focused on retribution and satiating corporate greed than on restoration and justice. I see friends and loved ones hurting from infertility, loss of loved ones, illness, domestic violence, messy divorces. It seems like everywhere we turn we are face to face with all of the terrible things that people can do to each other and the brokenness of the world that we live in.
We are still waiting. Waiting for war to end. Waiting for sickness to end. Waiting for oppression to end. Waiting for violence to end. Waiting for all to be made right. Waiting on the church to get it together and be who Jesus called us to be. If I’m not careful, the waiting can turn to despair and hopelessness, to resignation or to rage.
I wonder if the reason that the church has intentionally set aside one whole month out of every year to practice waiting is so that we can learn together what sort of people we are to be when we wait. The kind of waiting we are called to is an active participation. Not something passive that is happening to us. Something that we are victims of. We wait with hope. With the arrival of Christ, the kingdom of God is now here, it is at hand. We can reach out and touch it and catch glimpses of it in thin spaces here and there. Advent is our yearly opportunity to relearn how to wait.
As we wait for a kingdom of peace, we practice anew being a people of peace. As we sang last week :Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me.” We practice forgiving even when it seems impossible. We turn the other cheek. We reject war and terrorism and violence in all of its forms. We assume the best about others and are quick to offer grace. We let that car merge for goodness sake!
As we wait for a time when suffering ceases, we seek to be a people who ease suffering wherever we can. We give a cup of cold water. We share our food. We comfort the broken hearted and do what we can to not inflict suffering on anyone else. Taking care in the things we buy and the way we respond to our servers and baristas. We take food to those who had surgery and remind those who have suffered loss that they are not alone.
As we await a kingdom where the proud are scattered and the lowly are lifted up and justice prevails, we refuse to align ourselves with the kingdoms of this world. We don’t seek wealth or power or privilege because that is no kind of currency in the kingdom of heaven. Instead, we welcome the stranger, clothe the naked, and offer hospitality to the unhoused.
We wait but as we wait, we participate. Perhaps this double meaning of advent, the remembrance of the waiting for the birth of Christ while we also sit with the reality that we are still waiting for Christ occurs together to remind us that the one we are waiting on can be trusted. God has been faithful to his promises and always will be and nothing represents this more fully than God-enfleshed, Immanuel, the infant born in a manger, fully human and fully god. God has promised us that he would dwell with us and that he would save us and in Jesus God has done what he promised he would do. We are not waiting from a posture of crossing our fingers and hoping for the best. We wait with assurance that the God who revealed himself to us in Christ is the kind of God that he says he is. One who is trustworthy. One who is kind. One who is faithful. One who longs to be with us. One who is loving and who is love itself.
Many times in scripture this waiting is likened to a woman in the midst of childbirth. When a woman is with child, the baby is both here and not here yet. Something is happening. Something is growing. There is evidence of that in a fluttering feeling and a stomach growing larger, almost imperceptibly at first. And in the meantime, there is work to be done to prepare. To get a nursery ready to welcome a child home. To pick a name. To buy clothes and toys and diapers and all the things babies need. To adjust life and schedules for this new season.
And there is work that must happen in the body – a metamorphosis into mother – ready for birth and then the task of nourishing and feeding her child. My understanding is that none of this is comfortable to say the least and some parts are incredibly painful. There are backaches and swollen feet and doctors appointments where you have to drink gross stuff and sleepless nights and kicks to the ribs. And that’s before the actual birth. But the joy and the love and the sheer wonder of new life is worth it all.
What better image at Christmastime is there for the coming of the Christ. And so we wait. And we prepare. We ready the world. We ready ourselves. Because God is faithful to God’s promises and a new creation is waiting for us. May you wait with hope, with peace, with joy, and with love.
Posted by John Mark Hicks