Advent I, St. Paul's L'Amoreaux, December 2, 2007
When I was a boy, a pair of new, leather goalie pads kicked off the beginning of Advent. The glossy picture of those hockey pads in the sports section of the Eaton’s Christmas Catalogue, on the pages just after a very large toy section, battled for with my two sisters on the living room floor in our farm house in the third week of September, was what kicked it off. We didn’t call it Advent. We didn’t give it a formal name. We just knew that there was a season to prepare for Christmas. And it started in the third week of September.
Partly because that’s when the Eaton’s Christmas Catalogue arrived. Partly because the crisp winter weather we’re tasting this weekend, could be enjoyed as early as September on our farm in Saskatchewan. Partly because some of the things we did at Christmas had to start early - Christmas letters overseas, treats from Toronto which took a month to order and receive. And partly because the combination of a stark, darkening prairie landscape combined with Christmas promises was intoxicating. It grabbed us by the heart and tightened its grip for three months.
While I know that memories have tumbled into each other, I remember a familiar ascent to Christmas Day - the first snow covering the prairie with a blanket you could see for miles; the first freeze that turned outdoor ponds into hockey rinks; the first Christmas pageant practice and parts we began to memorize; distant magical parades we watched on television early on a Saturday morning; and one great 60 mile trip to the city of Regina in our rickety little Ford Fairlane, where we rode the only escalator in the province with as much excitement as might ride the space shuttle, and where we wandered the store aisles wide-eyed at shelves stocked full of Christmas treats.
And I can remember the final few days in December of consecutive pageants, parties and preparation. It won’t surprise you, that nothing reminds me more of Christmas than the taste and smell of cherry cough drops. It was the one reprieve I came to expect - knocked out of the ring by a day or two of coughing, flu and fever - but back in it as soon as physically possible.
And so, it may or may not surprise you how I sometimes felt on Christmas Day itself.
One year Christmas landed on a Sunday. That evening, as was our custom, we were in church. At the end, at the back, crying and clutching my mother’s legs, a friend came up to ask what was the matter.
"It wasn’t quite what he expected," she answered.
Wasn’t quite? It wasn’t close! This was a buildup for a moon landing. For a visit from the Queen and all the royal family! For a very large chest of gold.
It wasn’t quite what was expected.
William Willimon, Bishop in the United Methodist Church, has this great line. Our trouble at Christmas is not that we don’t believe God can deliver. People who believe the advertising that meaning in life can be found if you buy a Lexus have the capacity to believe that God can deliver. What’s hard to believe is that what God had to deliver was Jesus Christ. Because what he gives is not always, on first glance, what we want. Our lives put straight. Our relationships put right. Our angry, divided world reordered and shown light.
We have become confused, believing that Christmas is primarily about gifts and cheerful thoughts falling on us all like snowflakes and things fairly far removed from the world we know and the lives we live.
We have neglected what God has given us in Jesus Christ, and we do this by busying ourselves with the decorations rather than the gift.
And we have misdirected and given up on those deep longings within us, which can lead us to the treasure that God has intended.
And that is why the church prepares us for Christmas, whether we like it or not, through the much older and solemn season of preparation called Advent. The season starting today, directing us to the treasure for which we’re intended, clearing our eyes so that we can see it, and strengthening our hearts to find it.
Last week, Pope Benedict released his second encyclical or ‘letter’ since becoming Pope. It is entitled "On Hope", and in it he describes three areas in which we nurture Christian hope.
The first area is prayer. And I like this. He writes:
Saint Augustine, in a homily on the First Letter of John, describes very beautifully the intimate relationship between prayer and hope. He defines prayer as an exercise of desire. Man was created for greatness - for God himself; he was created to be filled by God. But his heart is too small for the greatness to which it is destined. It must be stretched. "By delaying [his gift], God strengthens our desire; through desire he enlarges our soul and by expanding it he increases its capacity [for receiving him]". Augustine refers to Saint Paul, who speaks of himself as straining forward to the things that are to come (cf. Phil 3:13). He then uses a very beautiful image to describe this process of enlargement and preparation of the human heart. "Suppose that God wishes to fill you with honey [a symbol of God's tenderness and goodness]; but if you are full of vinegar, where will you put the honey?" The vessel, that is your heart, must first be enlarged and then cleansed, freed from the vinegar and its taste. This requires hard work and is painful, but in this way alone do we become suited to that for which we are destined.
This Advent, I urge you to pray. Join it to the discipline of fasting. For those of you who hear the word ‘prayer’ and think of something soft or silly, may I put it another way. A way that even an army general would take seriously. In these distracting, confused times, I hope you’ll stop, look and listen, with our Lord as your companion.
Secondly, the Pope recommends a purposeful movement toward action and suffering. That is, to serve others, and to serve even when we may suffer because of it. If you decide to serve a child who has been hurt, you may be hurt. If you decide to work for peace in a family dispute, you may be hurt. If you decide to serve a beleaguered young mother or a bewildered new immigrant, you may be hurt. For those reasons, a great many of us choose not to serve at all. But one of the clearest lessons from those queer Gospel passages about rumours of war and living in times of turmoil is that we are not intended to escape them. Accompanied by Jesus Christ, we must prepare to live through them.
And as the Pope says:
We can try to limit suffering, to fight against it, but we cannot eliminate it. It is when we attempt to avoid suffering by withdrawing from anything that might involve hurt, when we try to spare ourselves the effort and pain of pursuing truth, love, and goodness, that we drift into a life of emptiness, in which there may be almost no pain, but the dark sensation of meaninglessness and abandonment is all the greater. It is not by sidestepping or fleeing from suffering that we are healed, but rather by our capacity for accepting it, maturing through it and finding meaning through union with Christ, who suffered with infinite love.
And finally, we prepare for the coming of Christ by recognizing that our lives stand under judgment. They are, as the Gospel emphasizes today, under a watch.
Our lives mean something. And there will come a time when we will stand, naked and uncovered, before the Lord. But stark as that may seem, do you realize how deep the longing is within us to do just that? How many times do you check the mirror? How deeply do you desire to be seen and accepted as you appear.
That is the lesson from the parable of the rich man and Lazarus. The rich man has ruined his life: through pride and arrogance, through excessive and harmful luxury, through the neglect and forgetfulness of others, through a deadening of his capacity to love. But now, in hell, the desire and longing to love is an unquenchable thirst (Lk. 16.19-31)
But our destiny is otherwise, and the Christian warnings of judgement have the hope of redemption as their foundation. Our lives are meant for better. Our lives can be lived for more. Our hearts are meant for better treasure than the false and hollow treats glittering in front of us. And Jesus Christ, out of love unimaginable, has given his life for us and to us for that reason.
Our Gospel lesson urges us to ‘stay awake’. Let it be the refrain in our hearts and minds this Advent. In prayer, service, and holy seriousness, let us ask God to clear our eyes in order to see the gift of God in Jesus Christ - and to prepare ourselves for Christmas.