Sunday 24 December 2017

The waiting game


I don't know about you, but for me Christmas can highlight all the things that aren't right in my life yet. Perhaps it's because of the expectations raised of happy cosy family Christmases around the fire; perhaps it is simply the passing of another year.

Normally in advent I focus on the different elements of the Christmas story and the characters within; this year, I have been thinking of what it means for us to wait now, what it means to find God in the waiting. That seems to have been the theme of my year!

I bought myself another advent book. No excuses except I love books. It is called 'Those Who Wait' by Tanya Marlow, and is the imaginative retelling of four stories from the bible- Sarah, Isaiah, John the Baptist and Mary. * This book can be read over advent, one chapter a day, but could also be read any time of year. I have found it impossible to stick to one chapter a day; I have wanted to devour it and yet to savour it at the same time. The author knows from her own life the pain of waiting and also shares a little of that story at the beginning. She writes with compassion and humour. She encourages us to lean into the waiting and to see the bigger picture:

       Behind every wish that we'd get a hospital appointment soon, there's a wish to remain healthy. Behind that wish to be healthy is a desire to live forever with healed, whole bodies. When we're waiting for the kids to stop fighting, we are also waiting for an end to all wars. While we wait for a promotion, we're also waiting to be respected and known entirely, using our gifts for the glory of God.
    We spend our lives waiting. 
... 
Deep in our core, we long for wholeness, heaven and the incomparable beauty of seeing Jesus             face to face. 
       We wait for Jesus. 
       We can't help it.
(Tanya Marlow, Those who wait) 

Between the end of the Old Testament and the New Testament was quite a wait- a few hundred years- but there were people to be found in Israel quietly waiting. People like Zachariah, who, the Bible tells us, was a man who loved God and did his best to serve obediently. But - but- his hope for his own circumstances had grown cold. That wasn't surprising, he and his wife were well beyond the age of expecting children- and it is a hard road to walk, knowing God could but doesn't answer a prayer. More than that though, his belief that God could had grown cold too.

In the big picture, God is about to break the centuries-old silence. His messenger Gabriel is here to tell Zechariah that God is about to keep the promise made at the end of the Old Testament- that an Elijah figure is coming to clear the way for the Messiah himself, and that Zechariah is going to be the dad of that man! But first, he speaks to Zachariah by name, and assures him that his prayer- the prayer of his heart for himself and his wife- has been heard. God could have had the angel rush straight to the earth-shattering, history-changing news of the Messiah and his herald, but first he takes the time to minister to one heart. And among the amazing predictions made about this child there is the line 'he will be a joy and a delight to you'. An old couple get the chance not only to be part of God's amazing plan but to delight in their own child.

Zechariah had nine months of silence in which to contemplate the power and goodness of God. And by the end of them, boy did he have faith! He could see how God was about to fulfil all those wonderful old testament promises. What a changed heart.

I am beginning to see that the waiting is the thing- this life of faith is more about waiting than we like to admit. It's hard. So many of the things we long for are not guaranteed. They are, I believe, masking a longing for heaven and the things of God, but to deal with our lack in the here and now by saying 'It will be ok in heaven' is often beyond us- well, me at least, It has to be a work of the Spirit.

But He can do it. He will do it, if we lean into Him with our longings, our hopes (no matter how cold) and dreams (no matter how shattered). He will make our hearts long for His kingdom, and in the meantime dance in His presence, And who knows what blessings and answers he will bestow on you on the way.

May you know that your prayer has been heard. May you know Him in the wait.

(Read Luke chapter 1 for the story of Zechariah)
*The stories are very true to the text and she has included notes on how she made the choices she did)

         

Monday 4 December 2017

The God who waits


We are all familiar with waiting. We wait for buses, for letters, for a holiday, for a better job, better health, for an end to this and a start to that. We wait and we long for something better.

God waits too.

I don't know how I haven't seen it before. After all, there is the story of the prodigal son. What does the father do in that story? He waits and watches and longs for his son to come home.

JerusalemJerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing." Matthew 23:37

Yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you; therefore he will rise up to show you compassion. For the Lord is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for him!
Isaiah 30:18


Sunday 3 December 2017

When the time had fully come...

'But when the set time had fully come, God sent his Son'
Galatians 4:4



Advent is here! I've probably said before, I love Advent. As the world gets even more crazy-busy, this introvert longs to light all the candles, grab a book and lose myself in reflection on the Christmas story.

This year the story is sending tingles down my spine- perhaps due to spending so much of the last year reading the Old Testament, and tracing the nuanced, layered, oft-repeated promise of the coming King through book after book and century after century. I can imagine the angels holding their breath, as Jesus is poised on the edge of Heaven, ready to dive into from his throne to the stable floor, because 'the time had fully come...'

I was very moved by this post which captures that very element of promise-fulfilled at long last. The writer speaks of the four hundred year silence between the end of the Old Testament and the angel arriving in front of Zachariah. The Israel Jesus came to may not have been in great shape, but there were people faithfully waiting, telling the stories, trusting and hoping. After four hundred years of nothing!! (Follow 'stewardship' on social media to get their advent reflections.)

I usually have a book to take me through December. Sarah Clarkson has written a fabulous list here, most of which are now on my amazon wishlist. The book I have picked up for this month is not an advent book at all, but a little book of poetry which goodreads tells me I have been reading all year! It is by the writer of 'The Message', and is called 'Holy Luck; Poems of the Kingdom'. Poetry seems to be the very thing to help me slow down and ponder in a season of mad rush, and the second collection (my favourite of the three) is packed with Christmas-themed poems. I will leave you with one which speaks to me of the value of advent reflection...

Dream
an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream
Matthew 1 : 20

Amiably conversant with virtue and evil,
The righteousness of Joseph and wickedness
Of Herod, I'm ever and always a stranger to grace.
I need this annual angel visitation

- sudden dive by dream to reality-
To know the virgin conceives and God is with us.
The dream powers its way through winter weather
And gives me vision to see the Jesus gift.

Light from the dream lasts a year. Impervious
To equinox and solstice it makes twelve months
Of daylight by which I see the creche where my

Redeemer lives. Archetypes of praise take shape
Deep in my spirit. As autumn wanes I count
The days 'til I will have the dream again.

From Holy Luck: Poems of the Kingdom, by Eugene H Peterson