Sunday, December 17, 2017

Yes to God's Yes




This week I was introduced to a gorgeous poem by Denise Levertov, called "Annunciation," that I carried throughout my week.  It suggests that we all have annunciations in our lives.  Moments of divine announcement that invite us to be part of something more.
That’s hard to imagine in the midst of daily traffic and business meetings, home improvements and political fiascos, global suffering and parenting challenges.  That we are invited by the divine into something extraordinary?
But imagine this is true. (Because it is).
And imagine for a moment how we might greet these annunciations.

Lots of people, this poem suggested, do great and valuable things in life without any awareness of or appreciation for it. They go through life unaffected, oblivious to the conspiracy of redemption unfolding around, and indeed even sometimes through, their own lives.
 
Others come to their annunciation moments with definite awareness, and so also fear and trembling at the terrible toll that risking will likely take on their equilibrium.  They back slowly away from the moment of change and choice, turn away and sit back down in their perpetual risklessness, preferring the delusion of safety, the illusion of inertia, to reckless trust.  And those people don’t get to be part of the marvelous things beckoning them to life.

But Mary.  She was open and ready when God’s Yes came.
God said, I am about to do the unfathomable.  You, Mary, will be in this with me.
And she met the moment.

What is it to say Yes to God’s yes?
To meet your annunciations when they come?
To allow yourself to take them in - to be taken in - with bewilderment, curiosity, willingness, and courage?

How can this be? Mary asks, explaining to her celestial visitor the biological impossibility of the thing he is announcing. 
But impossibility is how God always chooses to come.
So the angel tells her about Elizabeth.
He could have told her about any of the barren wombs or stuttering spokespeople, dead seas or impenetrable walls, invincible armies or lions’ dens, enormous giants, weak-minded monarchs, messed up protagonists, or hopeless, impossible situations through which God had been bringing salvation and hope to the world since the world began. But he doesn’t look back for his stories.  Instead, he says, Right now, even while we are speaking, God is doing this impossible thing.
And then the angel tells her about old Elizabeth, whose prayers had dried up, who is even now already bearing this great in-breaking of salvation.  
Nothing is impossible for God, Gabriel answers Mary.
And Mary says Yes to God’s Yes.
She steps into the story.

Meanwhile, the moment Mary is meeting with the angel, hearing of this thing that she will be part of (that will definitely destroy her equilibrium), Elizabeth, the one who was too old to bear children, is at home, five months further along in this divine collaboration.
God has taken away my disgrace! She had said when the miracle began. Even so, she still hasn’t made her condition known to the neighbors, preferring to keep her secret safe under wraps while she sorts it all out.

Mary answers the angel, Yes. Here am I. Let it be as you say.
And the first thing she does, as soon as she can arrange it, is to go to Elizabeth, a week’s journey away. Her first move in this Yes-saying, God-bearing life is to go be with someone who is also living this reality, someone who is part of the impossible too.

This is the joy week of Advent.
Joy is the miraculous in-breaking of God that bypasses logic and reaches you at your deepest self, filling you with delight, abundance, enough-overflowing. It’s when you touch transcendence, or rather, transcendence touches you. And for a moment, if only a moment, you are complete, and part of the completeness of things.

Joy is gut-splitting, thigh slapping laughter, and eye-shining, heart-swelling gratitude.  Joy is clutter-clearing, laser focus on deep beauty and transcendent love that most often comes, paradoxically, in the midst of profound pain and suffering.  Or joy meets us unexpectedly in the simplicity and utter ordinariness of tiny fingers wrapped around your own or the sigh you know as deeply as your own.  Or joy sweeps over us in those experiences beyond words, like soaring music, penetrating silence, or nature’s majesty that takes your breath away completely for a moment.  Joy recognizes God’s eternal Yes and then our whole being, body and soul, directly responds back, Yes! Oh my God, Yes!

When the door to Elizabeth’s largely silent and hidey hole home opens to the road-weary Mary, and Mary calls into the dimly lit room, “Greetings favored one!,” that little prophet in-utero flips upside down and thrashes around with joy.  And transcendence touches Elizabeth, and she is filled with delicious and complete knowing. 
“How is it that the mother of God comes to see me?!” she exclaims in joy, doubling over in laughter and tears. “How blessed is she who believes what God promises and acts on it! Here you are!”

Then contagious joy explodes and embraces them all, and then Mary knows too!  Her heart is thrown open and she sings out the great hymn of God’s eternal Yes, the Magnificat,:

‘My soul magnifies the Lord,
47   and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
48 for he has looked with favor on the lowliness of his servant.
   Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed;
49 for the Mighty One has done great things for me,
   and holy is his name.
50 His mercy is for those who fear him
   from generation to generation.
51 He has shown strength with his arm;
   he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts.
52 He has brought down the powerful from their thrones,
   and lifted up the lowly;
53 he has filled the hungry with good things,
   and sent the rich away empty.
54 He has helped his servant Israel,
   in remembrance of his mercy,
55 according to the promise he made to our ancestors,
   to Abraham and to his descendants for ever.’

And for the next three months the two women share life side by side. They stew together in this new reality.  And within and between them grows the promise for all the world, until Elizabeth delivers the baby who will grow up to be the announcer of God’s coming in.   
Because it is the electricity of our belonging to God and belonging to each other, Joy is not a solo act. When this most astounding of things is about to happen, it must be shared.
And because God is about to enter in to share it all with us, sharing it with each other is how it all happens.

In the midst of whatever other questions and worries and wondering they bear, they do not bear any of it alone.  Their fears about the world and the future, their struggles with the daily grind, their ins and outs and ups and downs of life and death that often feel like the biggest and realest things, they share these.  And together they watch the slow, mysterious in-breaking of the divine right in the midst of it all. God is here, God is coming, and we get to be part of it!

They were, before such a thing existed, Church.
This pregnant elderly woman, her old, mute husband, (let’s not forget him), and the unwed teenage mother who showed up on their doorstep were the Body of Christ even as his body was taking form in their midst.
These three said Yes to God’s Yes, and they shared it with each other.
They said: I see you in this, please see me in this.
God has met me, how has God met you? 
I am part of what God is doing. You are part of what God is doing.
I have glimpsed what is to come. Tell me where you’ve glimpsed what is to come.
This is Church – this posse of unlikely people saying Yes to God’s Yes for the world and sharing it with each other.

Today, on this third Sunday of Advent, we will baptize little Andrew into this posse of unlikely people who say Yes to God’s Yes and share it with each other.  We will lift up our hearts, and this little one, to God, and recognize and receive God’s YES over us.
God’s Yes is for the whole world and everyone in it. But when we baptize Andrew, God’s Yes gets spoken over him specifically, and poured onto him deliberately, and pressed into him by our prayers and promises. And the Spirit of God meets us here with annunciation,  and invites Andrew into a life of reckless trust, to welcome God’s Yes.
No matter what Nos he shouts back to the heavens in the years to come, no matter what Nos the world tries to dismantle him with, no matter what Nos make him feel alone or afraid, or try to convince him that death is the biggest truest thing, the Yes of God that we receive over Andrew today is the first and final word of his life, the word of truth and hope and love that can never be rescinded. 
And we will tell him of this as he grows. You belong to God, Andrew. And you belong to the people around you, and to this precious world God has claimed for love.  Love your God. Love your neighbor. Live your Yes to God’s Yes. 
And when he forgets, like each of us frequently does, we will remind him, and ask him to remind us too, that our belonging, our being, begins in God’s love and will return to God’s love, and in between, living is filled with opportunities beyond measure to say Yes to God’s yes. Every. Single. Day. And we will pray for courage for Andrew to face his annunciations, when God invites him into the great Yes, for Andrew to meet those moments and receive the invitations. 

God came, God comes. In a baby, who came into the world like every other baby, but was God with us.
This is why we do this thing today, and make this impossible claim that that love is the power that transforms everything, that our lives are part of a great unfolding. Because God did this, Andrew, and you and I, are drawn into the story. Like Mary and Elizabeth and Zechariah too, we invited by the divine into something extraordinary.
And we help each other notice our annunciations and say Yes to God’s Yes when we share it with each other:
I see you in this, please see me in this.
God has met me, how has God met you? 
I am part of what God is doing. You are part of what God is doing.
I have glimpsed what is to come. Tell me where you’ve glimpsed what is to come.
How blessed are those who believe what God has promised and act on it!

Whatever else this week brings, whatever weariness or anger or frustration or hope, may it also bring flashes of joy, tastes of what is and will be.
And when God’s Yes comes to us, may we be open and ready.
Amen.


Sunday, December 10, 2017

Shifting into Advent Mode






We are living in a time of upheaval and struggle.  Fires and floods and famines are not new, neither is war, nor corruption.  But right now, the veneer is being stripped off of everything, and ugliness and pain is being revealed at every turn. Suffering and struggle is exposed, our hypocrisy and sin is right in front of us, and it feels maybe like everything is breaking down.  It’s a strange time, a tense and wearying time.  We’re all on edge, reactive, exhausted and short-fused. 

But here comes Advent, right out in front of Christmas, bringing its on-purpose darkness like a blanket, gently laying it over us no matter what else is going on around us or within us. Advent doesn’t hold off to make sure we’re ready for it before it begins, and it doesn’t demand our attention with loud, frowning and urgency.  Instead, it comes steady and sure, rolling over us like a soft fog and inviting us into a different kind of being for a spell.

I once asked a Benedictine Monk about evil. Real, terrible evil that afflicts people and causes genuine suffering and terror in the world.  What is the best way to fight it? I asked. 
He looked at me and then said simply, There are two ways to fight evil. One is to go directly after evil. Study it, learn all about it, become adept at recognizing it and dedicate yourself to eradicating it. That is one way to fight evil. 
The other way is to go directly after God. Immerse yourself in love and kindness, prayer and gratitude, generosity and gentleness, search for points of connection and glimpses of redemption and opportunities to forgive.  Dedicate yourself to the things of life, seek God’s presence there. That is the other way to fight evil. 
Both ways work.  But one way will wear you out and tear you down. The other will fill you with joy and peace and make you into a person of courage and hope. 

Advent is an invitation to immerse ourselves in the other way. To seek God’s presence and watch for glimpses of redemption and opportunities to forgive.  Advent is the whisper in the darkness, showing and telling us something that is real but hard to see or hear in the glare of LED light and the non-stop noise of our televisions and smart phones, breaking news, speeding traffic, neon geopolitics, florescent distractions, and 24-7 insistent commentary.

So to us this day, the darkness of Advent is a gift. 
A desperately needed pause.  To wait on purpose for Jesus to come.
 Advent speaks tenderly and offers Comfort. Truth. Honesty. Hope. 

It’s a hiatus that takes in reality as we know it, but turns our gaze to another reality too, a deeper one, a realer one, the one that lasts from the beginning to the end and holds us in between, even when we are not seeing it. 
Advent immerses us in this reality, prompting us to seek the God who comes in.

Advent is the night shift nurse after the painful surgery, the quiet, turned-down sheets of healing sleep.  There is nothing here in the darkness that isn’t out there in the light – the wounds remain and the recovery continues.  But here, in the shelter of Advent, waiting for God, we can talk about the hard things and the sad things and the confusing and frustrating things, where they don’t get to make us afraid.  
And where fear is banished, hope is born. 
And peace grows stronger, and joy is tangible. 
When Love casts out fear, we are brought back to God’s reality, which looks so different from the red-faced blustering and flippant annihilation of the world.

Advent slows the pulse, pulls down the shades, and gently shushes us still.  It readies us for a God who comes in in a ridiculously weak and vulnerable way – a senseless and undermining and eternal way. Not to rescue us out, but to share this life with us, to weave redemption right in the midst of it all and keep it all moving toward love. 
God’s coming has happened, it is happening, it will happen.  Underneath and behind everything, drawing us into this plot of love, God is always bringing life out of death and hope from despair. God is doing this already and always.
So in Advent we stop, and breathe, and remember this, so we can look forward to the glory Alleluia of celebrating it when Christmas comes. 

Comfort my defeated people, God says. Tell them I see them.  And they’ve paid way more in suffering than they ever deserved for whatever they’ve done. Speak tenderly, though, they’ve been through a lot.  And they’re pretty hard on themselves. Gently, let them know they are free. Lead them into the way of hope.

While we rest in Advent’s embrace, we know that the words Advent speaks over us are protection and confidence. They name the things we wait for, and say they are coming, and assert that even now we see and feel them and know them to be real.   Advent gently and firmly proclaims over us, over the whole world, the sovereignty of the God of love, unrelenting and full of surprises, and invites us to affirm this truth and welcome this God.

God is our refuge and strength. Everything else will crumble and fade and wither and disappear. God’s future is coming, even now breaking in. It’s God’s future. It is not our own. It is not our job to make it come; it is our privilege to watch for it and welcome it each day. 
It is not our responsibility to bring it about; it is our invitation to notice it and join in as it unfolds. And to trust that it will never cease.

Our prayer stations tonight invite our imagination to shift into Advent mode. To sink into the reality we long for, and trust that it is coming, that even now it comes, and to join it as it arrives.

PEACE
We will pray by letting ourselves feel, and sense, and welcome God’s peace.

Peace is true relationship with God and one another made concrete and experienced. Instead of division and striving, self-protection and fear– peace is the whole world and all its inhabitants in connection, interdependence, fully and trustingly living out their authentic purpose alongside all else doing the same. Peace is life as God intended.  It is the quality of everyone belonging to God and belonging to each other.

So as you create a tiny home with a light inside, you are invited to imagine peace beginning in your home and shining out into the world.  The Holy Spirit’s work of making peace within and between us at work through you.  Let your work with your fingers and quiet mind be a prayer for peace.
May you seek and receive peace tonight.


LOVE
And we will pray by letting ourselves recognize and welcome God’s Love.

Love is our source and purpose.  In love God makes us, and claims us, and binds us to God and each other, to belong and to care for each other.  Love is the core of our belonging to God, and it is the action and practice of belonging to each other.  It is the substance of it all.

So as you cut out a heart and place it on the collage, alongside the hearts of these others here, who are connected to others, who are connected to others, all different, all carrying stories and pain and joy and dreams, you are invited to imagine being held in this giant quilt of love that God has made of the world.  And you might even in your head name those who hold you in love, and those to whom you’ve been given, as you let God’s love meet you here tonight.
May God hold you in love tonight.

JOY
And we will pray by letting ourselves release the things that keep us from joy, and welcome God’s joy in our hearts.

Joy is when our very innermost selves reverberate with God’s touch. It’s silly, and wonderful, and defiant, and a surprisingly formidable way to remember whose we are and who we are. Joy is peace outloud, a powerful antidote to fear.  It is when we know with momentary, buoyant sureness that we belong to God, and that we belong to each other, and that knowing fills us with delight that overflows.

As you journey to the center of the labyrinth, you are invited to acknowledge and greet all the burdens and barriers to joy that you carry with you. Holding a rock, let it symbolize all those things, and name them as you walk.
When you reach the center, let those things go by dropping the rock in the pot.  Take a jingle bell as an invitation from God’s Spirit to joy.  Let it symbolize the prompting to open your heart to moments of wonder and awe, outloud peace and spilling over life in the coming days.
May you taste joy tonight.


HOPE
And we will pray by letting ourselves reach toward and trust in God’s hope for the world.

Hope is peace’s messenger and transport.  Where Peace IS God’s future, Hope says, There! That’s where we’re headed!  God will do this!
Hope propels us forward with unflinching honesty, dogged longing for what is wrong to be made right, and gutsy trust in the goodness and love of God. Hope looks at how we’ve forgotten we belong to God and to each other, and trusts that in Christ, peace and love will triumph, even over our amnesia and evil.

As you place candles on the world map, you are invited to imagine hope, flooding each place you lift up on prayer, each life and circumstance there. And you are invited to let Advent courage flood your own heart, filling you with hope that God’s reality will prevail, even when you cannot see a way.
When you are finished praying, stamp “hope” on a piece of paper to bring home and put somewhere prominent, as a reminder of the hope we live in and into, and a prompt to pray for hope.
May God fill you with hope tonight.

As always, we have a place to light candles to name specific prayer needs, and a prayer station for babies and those who wish to pray by hanging out with babies.  And simply sitting in rest and letting the music surround you is a lovely way to pray as well.

Empires rise and fall. The grass withers and the flower fades.  The earth groans and shifts and dies and is reborn. Tragedy comes and goes.  We can focus on all of that and fight evil, and be depleted.  Or we can turn our gaze to the God who began it all, who is here with us now, and who comes incognito into everything, insisting that love is where it is all irreversibly and forever headed.

Now let us shift our hearts and minds, imaginations and bodies, into the gentle darkness of Advent’s care.  However each of us will pray tonight, together we welcome the comfort of honest darkness that anticipates, watches for, and welcomes in, the true eternal light of the world.
Make no mistake, resting in God’s peace tonight is a powerful and subversive move. 
Let us pray.


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(PRAYER STATIONS for 30 minutes).

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Benediction:
As you go into your week, may you find moments to shut off the noise and enter the darkness of Advent that tells the truth about the darkness of the world, and tends you with the silence of rest. 
And then, may you be ready when Advent hands you the match and says, Now honey, light these candles in the darkness, because no matter how dark the darkness gets, it cannot put out the light.

So get you up to a high mountain, 
O herald of good tidings; 
lift up your voice with strength, 
O herald of good tidings, 
lift it up, do not fear; 
say to a weary and wary world, 
"Here is your God!"


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