Preached via Zoom during lockdown.
So, Advent.
In a normal year people
would starting to celebrate Christmas already –
the shops
would
have
had their decorations up since the beginning of last month, or even
earlier,
and
the round of office parties, works celebrations, school festivities
would
be starting any day now.
And the endless tapes of carols and
Christmas songs that would
be
played in the shops, I should think they’d drive the shop
assistants mad!
But not this year, when we are still in lockdown until, at the soonest, the end of this week, when shops where we might be doing our Christmas shopping are closed, where we can’t even meet in person to worship. I’d even trimmed some masks in purple –the colour for Lent and Advent –specially!!! I hope I’ll be able to use them before Christmas, but who knows?
But, even this year, Advent is really a season of hope. We look forward to “the last day when Christ shall come again” to establish the Kingdom on earth. We also look back to those who’ve been part of God’s story, including John the Baptist and Jesus’ Mother, Mary.
Today, though, our readings are about the coming King. Our first reading, from the prophet Isaiah, tells how the prophet, and perhaps the people for whom he was speaking, longed and longed to see God in action.
I think we can probably all identify with that this year!
Scholars think that this part of Isaiah was written very late, after the people of Judah had returned from exile. They would have remembered the stories of the wonderful things God had done in the olden days, in the days of Abraham and Sarah, of Isaac and Jacob, of Moses, and of David the King – and then, they would have looked round and said “But hey, why isn’t any of this happening today?”
They reckoned the answer must be because they were so sinful.
It does sound very much as though the prophet were longing for God, but somehow couldn’t find him, in the mists of human sinfulness and this world’s total abandonment of God.
One of the interesting things about this pandemic is how it has begun to bring people back to God. It’s too early to tell whether it will last – after all,
Somehow, someday, he will come back again. He obviously doesn’t know all that much about it while he is on earth, and rather discourages us from speculation as to when or how. But he draws pictures for us:
But elsewhere he tells us that even when there are plagues and wars and rumours of war, we mustn’t assume he is going to return imminently.
We have remembered Jesus’ warnings about being prepared for him to come, but He hasn’t come. And we get to the stage where we, too, cry with Isaiah:
But that doesn’t mean that we can blame God – if You had come back before now, this wouldn’t have happened. Every generation has been able to say that to God, and it’s not made a blind bit of difference. So maybe there’s something else.
You
see, in one way, Jesus has come back.
And we know from history, and from our own experience, that God the Holy Spirit still comes to us, still fills us, still empowers us.
One of the purposes of these so-called penitential seasons is to give us space to examine ourselves and see if we have drifted away from God, to come back and to ask to be filled anew with the Holy Spirit. Then we are empowered to live our lives as Jesus would wish. We don't have to struggle and strain and strive to “get it right” by our own efforts. God himself is within us, enabling us from the inside. Jesus doesn’t just provide us with an example to follow, but actually enables us to do it, by the indwelling of the Holy Spirit.
All of us will face the end of the world one day. It might be the global end of the world, that Jesus talks about, or it might just be the end of our personal world. Until this year, we expected, here in the West, to live out our life span to the end, and many of us, I am sure, will do just that, pandemic or no pandemic. But we can’t rely on that.
You never know when terrorists will attack – or even muggers, or just a plain accident. We can’t see round corners; we don’t know what will happen tomorrow.
None of us foresaw this pandemic, which has taken so many lives – although, it has to be said, far fewer than in most previous pandemics. The Black Death, after all, is thought to have killed over half the population of Britain, which makes the 0.08% of the population who have so far died of Covid-19 look like peanuts!
Although, of course, each and every one of those who has died has probably left their family devastated, we must never forget that they are individuals, not numbers. They are people who God loved, and knew, and cared for.
But whether it is tomorrow, or twenty, thirty, forty or fifty years from now, whether of Covid-19, of an accident, or of “frailty of old age”, which is what they put on my father’s death certificate, one day each and every one of us will die, and then, at last, we will meet Jesus face to face. And we need to be ready. We need to know that we have lived as God wants us to live – and when we’ve screwed up, as we always do and always will, we’ve come back to God and asked forgiveness and asked God to renew us and refill us with his Holy Spirit.
We
can only live one day at a time, but each day should, I hope, be
bringing us nearer to the coming of the King.
Amen.
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