The story of Jesus Christ is this:
The people of this earth waited for a Messiah…a Savior…and only God would send a little baby king. The child grew and began to question things as they were, and the man moved through his days and through this world, questioning the system of kings and priests and marketplace. He was called the New Creation, the new Covenant, the Son of God who brought to all who listened, who saw, who understood change and new life. But kings and corporations and churches of this world work very hard to keep things as they are…. And so they killed him: he who said, “Love one another,” he who said, “feed my sheep,” for they didn’t want to share their bread and their wine. Now the story should have ended there except that the story has always been that our God is the God of the covenant. The Good News is that in spite of our faithfulness God is faithful and Jesus Christ was resurrected, for God so loved the world that God gave his only begotten Son that whoever believed might have everlasting life. Listen, you who have ears to hear. Listen, and sit down to bread and wine with strangers. Feed his sheep…love one another, and claim new life in his name. — The words of author Ann Weems.
In the running around and preparing for Christmas, I sometimes forget that the story of Jesus is really this simple. The season of Advent is my reminder that the elaborate preparations of this life, though I take joy in them, are so much more than what I actually need to receive the Savior of the world. Like the story of the angel Gabriel entering into Mary’s world unannounced, I am also never ready and somehow, always ready to welcome the baby Savior into the manger of my life. God knows, my life is hardly filled with the warm, fresh hay of welcome or the sturdy foundation of hand-crafted legs leveled and grounded to welcome the Savior. More often than not, my world is a whirlwind of last-minute preparations and life hacks doing my best to cut the corners enough to get the job done and move on to what is next. It is not always pretty, but somehow God shows up anyways. I am grateful that God does indeed show up, not because I am ready and waiting, but because God’s arrival is both interruption and invitation. I need God to interrupt my life. I need God to show-up unannounced to remind me that I do not have it all figured out. And when I think I have everything figured out, God reminds me that there is so much more unfolding in my life than I honor with awareness.
What I believe to be interruptions actually turn out to be invitations. God invites me to listen more carefully; reach out more tenderly; appreciate more quickly; and be present more often. I certainly recognize the expected pace of the world, yet I find when I acknowledge the invitation, I am almost always surprised with the ability of my own whirlwind of life to slow down allowing me to linger in the moment. Grateful for a conversation that brings me up-to-date or shares the ups and downs in someone’s life. So very often, I am surprised that the supposed interruption truly is an invitation into someone’s story.
Advent feels the same way. When I am rushing to get everything done for the birth of Jesus, the interruptions can overwhelm. When in reality, the interruptions are invitations bringing me closer to a brother or sister in Christ, and through the course of those conversations, bringing me closer to my true self. A reminder that God blesses us with the season of Advent in order that we might linger in the starlight; listen for the angel’s song; and tend the cries of a newborn Savior announcing God’s arrival in the world. My friends, come let us adore him.
Advent is your interruption and your invitation. Do not waste this precious gift of God. Your soul longs for both in these days of preparation.
See you in church,
Pastor Chris
(Reprinted from the December 2019 newsletter)
