Hallelujah! The waiting is over, and the Messiah bursts through the darkness and into the light. “Arise, shine; For your light has come! And the glory of the Lord is risen upon you” (Is. 60:1 NKJV). Love makes its presence known. We look back over the land of darkness and stand amazed at our growth. The One who brought us into the land flowing with milk and honey stood by our side during the darkest days of searching and hoping. Now the new day dawned, and our faith experiences renewal.
The prophet Isaiah instructs us to arise and shine, thus implying action. We are not to remain still and say, “Jesus came, cool!” The coming of the light moves us to stand and become part of the glory given to us. We must proclaim the good news of our God and not remain idle and let others do our work. Discipleship demands something from us. Our job is to act as the hands and feet of Christ. Our call to faithful living must begin with our willingness to answer God and respond to the needs of those who hurt in our community. How else can people climb out of the darkness without giving our brothers and sisters our hands? Our limbs are not our own, but an extension of Divine grace, freely given to our world.
On this Christmas Eve, let us respond to God’s deliverance by celebrating what our Creator did, and still does, for us. As people of the light, our call to action sets a captive world free. We reach into the darkness, holding out glimmers of light to a world that needs the hope found through our God. We come to the end of waiting and into the joy of our salvation. Merry Christmas, everyone!
In some religious circles, I hear people speak about finding Jesus. I question the notion that the Savior of the world lost His way. The Gospel of John teaches that the Word (Jesus) was at the beginning with God. When we come into the world, the light is already here with us. Perhaps our faith does not rely on “finding” Jesus but acknowledging the presence of the Messiah. Our greatest joy is discovering that our amazing God remained with us through the most desperate of times.
Conversion does not depend on one experience of heightened awareness but a transformation of the soul. We realize the Savior remained with us, and in our moment, or series of moments, we embrace this reality. In our confrontation with perfect love, we agree to turn the care of our lives over to the One who gave us life. We agree that we place our trust in the Divine and continue to share the good news of faith.
On this next to last day of Advent, we see new life right around the corner. The darkness no longer lays hold over our lives as we experience a rebirth into the light of God. Hope is now our guide as despair loses its grip on us. Our lightness creates in us a place in which joy raises its voice in our souls. Our new purpose in life rises far above our cries and into service to God and humanity. We discover new ways of being, livening, and loving. We become new creations.
Last night I saw a star. It shined brightly in the New Mexico sky. Little did I know that what I saw were two planets, Jupiter and Saturn, coming closer together to shine brilliantly. I stood in back yard with reverence for the miracle that I saw, knowing that the last time the planets came this close was during the Medieval period. Maybe the event will happen in another thousand years. Such a rare opportunity left me speechless as I took in the incredible view.
The ancients called what they saw in the sky a miracle, something holy and set apart. I cannot blame them for acknowledging the amazing sight led me to the same conclusion. I wonder if the wise men witnessed the same event that I saw. The site compelled learned men to action and invited them to follow something beyond reason, something that spoke of Divine intervention. They had to follow the light in the darkness.
Taking in the beauty, I could not stop thinking of a favorite poem written by Robert Frost. “So, when at times the mob is swayed to carry praise or blame too far, we may choose something like a star to stay our minds on and be stayed” (Choose Something Like a Star, Robert Frost). The light of Christ starts as a small, beautiful star. Something big enough to capture our attention and hold our imagination; it compels us to follow its beauty. We surrender our hearts to the One who gives us signs that overwhelm us with a reminder of the vastness of Holy love.
Through the season of Advent, I invited parishioners to celebrate Communion each Sunday. I find power in observing the sacrament more frequently than usual. I also reflect on why I find participating in Communion is an essential part of my theological practice. The sacrament is more than a simple memory exercise, but a way to be in the room with Christ at the last meal before His death and resurrection. The Spirit invites us in to feed us and provide for our daily sustenance. As mentioned in prayer, divine guidance offers us the assurance that what we need to live is provided, “Give us this day, our daily bread” (Matt. 6:11 KJSV).
For one moment, we find ourselves present at the table. Jesus looks us dead in the eyes and says, “This is my body, broken for you.” We respond to our Lord by joining in the feast. The table is not fixed in ancient Palestine, but comes to us, right here, right now. The implication that it is not a simple act we do independently for ourselves, but what Christ offers us, is the central part of the sacrament. We focus on the eyes of our Savior, who proclaims through the meal that we are holy children, set apart for acts of service to each other and reverence to our Creator.
As we approach the promised Christmas season, let us use these last days of waiting to reflect on who Christ draws near to us. Be guided by the One who called you out of the darkness and into et lux perpetua (light that never dies). The next time we feast at the banquet, imagine that we sit at the table, invited by Jesus. How does our acceptance of the gift of bread and wine change us? Let us take the experience in and move forward as our waiting is almost over.
As I looked out at the crowd of cars lined up for the parking lot service at our church, I could not help but think that this is my last Sunday with the congregation until the new year. Next week I plan a ski trip and honey-dos. We will celebrate Christmas with all the celebrative bells and whistles that we love, but something touched me about this being the last Sunday of Advent 2020. Maybe I lived in a mode of expectation for so long that I cannot imagine what life holds in store for the future. Perhaps the fear of leaving the darkness and embracing the light that comes into the world frightens me.
The truth is, I know how darkness feels. I see the anxiety and unsureness of not knowing, and leaving it behind brings panic. The procedure repeats itself repeatedly, move from darkness into light. The Savior of the world makes His presence known, so step into the freedom found in Christ. The journey starts with one first step, that is all.
On this last Sunday of Advent, let throw away the negative issues that we continue to carry from the darkness. We surrender everything, and in return, the light of Christ meets us where we are, ready to transform us into the sons and daughters of God. Let us celebrate our gratitude by sharing our story with a world that needs our life-giving narrative. Christmas comes this week. The light shines, families gather, and we celebrate the birthday of the Messiah. Let us not forget that we have several days of work to do as we continue to wait until the day of dancing.
Today, my wife and I celebrate twenty-eight years of married life. As I look at pictures of the person in the photos, I think, “How could God use even someone like me?” I showed up with wounds that ran deep and took years to process. Eventually, life happened, and many years later, I look back at my life and the journey it took to heal a difficult past. I took my vows as a young man, not knowing what lie before me. Now, an older man gives thanks for all the lessons learned, and grateful my incredible bride stayed the course and remained by my side. I am truly blessed.
I continue to think of the strength of our God, for it was Divine love that reigned down on us all. The same Spirit who uses the least of us all. The words of gratefulness rang through the air as Mary responded to her calling, “My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my savior.” A woman of lowly means, transformed by faith, and called by Divine urgency, became the vehicle by which the Messiah came into the world. The Gospel is not regulated to the wealthy and elite but comes to release all the captives free.
On this day of Advent, let us hold tight to the promise of our God. The light shines in the darkness, and all receive an invitation to respond to a new life. As we turn our eyes to Christmas, let us reflect on the lessons learned in our time of waiting. Hopefully, we will come to understand how God revealed Divine presence in our lives, even in the darkest of circumstances.
There are times when we wait, hoping for a miracle that does not seem to come. We look to the heavens and cry out, “How long must I wait, Oh, Lord?” The truth is, we are desperate and want our prayers answered immediately. This expectation is not a judgment statement. We are human and look to our Creator for help in our times of need.
We must realize that God does not answer prayers on our schedule but comes in moments that we least expect. The space between our prayers and Divine answers is time to walk a sacred path of reflection and illumination. We are God’s children and must remain faithful to our communion with our Creator. Our petitions may not find answers the way we intended, but they will make their way to holy ears. It may take a long time to discover the solutions, but in our realization, we uncover this amazing God to whom we surrender our lives to holy providence.
On this Advent day, let us remember that our waiting will give way to joy and that God enlightens our path to show us the way to joyful living. Our supplications find answers in the most unusual ways. When the Holy One reaches out to us by answering prayers, we experience sacred miracles that give us hope for a brighter tomorrow. Be diligent in continued faith with the knowledge that the darkness gives way to light. Our situation is not stagnant, and we find rest unto our souls. May the blessings of this season give way to joy and heavenly understanding that the Divine works in our lives to lead us on our journey.
Many of us know what it is like to feel trapped in darkness. My story started in pitch black, without my knowledge, without choice. I set out on a journey to discover the light, and in so doing, paved a way that exposed me to the deep love that God lavishes on all of us. Finding my way out of the pit of blackness is a long and hard-fought process. I continue to rely on the One who continuously saves me from the horrors of the past. The power displayed to me begins with Divine guidance, always reassuring me that together, we can make the journey to the beauty of the light.
On this Advent day, I am grateful for the journey through the roughest of circumstances. I learned more about myself as I struggle through uncharted waters than if I would have immediately discovered the end of the path. It took walking with the Holy One to find the depth of my faith and the boldness of my own heart to follow the Creator. The road is not easy, and there are some detours we must take to learn all that we need to know, but it is worth every struggle to grow in faith.
My prayer for everyone who reads this blog post is that God’s love continues to journey with you. I hope that all of you struggle well, and as you do, may Divine arms keep you safe. The darkness can be a fierce competitor, but nothing can overwhelm the light of true love. Be filled with the presence of the Divine and let it illuminate your path. Continue to grow as you journey well with God himself beside you every inch of the way.
I have a fierce enemy that seems never to surrender the fight for my soul. It rages fiercely against me and can throw mean into a chaos born in darkness with one swift blow. I cannot fight this lover of humiliation alone, so I depend on an advocate that makes the enemy’s power dwindled in comparison to itself pristine lighted beauty. Once exposed to the light, the enemy must retreat and wait until another day to launch an all-out assault.
The enemy of which I speak is me. I am my own worst enemy. I know where to strike and hit with 100% accuracy. My heart lay bare to the one that strikes with such cruelty and heartless integrity. The only way I know to survive is to retreat into any foxhole that I find until the war ceases. There appears no way to fight back as shame overwhelms me and leaves me paralyzed with fear. I lay in the darkness, praying that someone will discover me and bring me from torture.
Advent reminds me that the light came into the world, and in doing so, released me from myself. My enemy’s voice has no power over me as I rediscover the One who created beauty out of chaos. My challenge is to refuse to let the power of my most prominent critic overwhelm me back into darkness. It is an impressive trick, but each day closer to Christmas, there is a little more hope in the world. We maneuver life by reminding ourselves that we are God’s children, and as such, our most significant power-hungry phantom has a smaller amount of hold on us. Celebrate, give thanks for God, who leads us out of the night and into the hope of morning.
“Where could I go to get away from your spirit? Where could I go to escape your presence? If I went up to heaven, you would be there. If I went down to the grave, you would be there too!” (Ps. 139:7-8 CSB).
We cannot rise above the darkness because we feel so empty and ashamed of our lives. Worry, fear, shame, they all separate us from the light. These forces of darkness swallow us whole and leave us without hope. Despair reigns supreme, and we find ourselves buried in a sea of destruction. Our souls become crushed ice pellets that lack warmth or security.
Hear the Good News, my friends. Our God moves into the chaos of the darkness and searches for us. The Divine goes to any lengths to find us, even going to the grave to pull us back to the light. So great is the love of our Lord that nothing keeps holy arms from gathering us up and restoring us to wholeness. We discover fearless love in the most desolate of circumstances.
This passage from the Book of Psalms is a favorite of mine, as it reminds me of God’s unfailing love offered to all people. On this day of Advent, let us remember the great lengths the Holy One goes to for us. Never will we remain in darkness because we are sons and daughters of the Divine. Restoration is a promise freely given to us through grace. Let us claim the gift given and live in the light of God.