better than fine: an advent meditation

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There’s a popular meme of a cartoon dog sitting glaze-eyed in a burning room with a mug of coffee within reach. He seems to be disassociatively resigned to his fate as the caption reads, “This is fine.”

As bad as the world gets, we don’t have to check out and pretend it’s not as horrible as they say. It’s bad. It’s really bad, granted. But Bethlehem would like a word. That little town long, long ago was mourning in lonely exile when something brilliant was taking place under its nose. Captive Israel (and the world) needed ransoming, and O Little Town of Bethlehem seemed as good of a place as any to get it started.

The beauty of Christmas is that it knows nothing of defeat. Mourning, yes. Disappointment, of course. But never defeat. As we find ourselves in the season of Advent, let this guiding promise illuminate our approach: Christmas reminds us that God is operating smack dab in the middle of the unholiest of messes and redeeming from it a much better story.

The Christmas story really begins in a garden full of trees. One might say Christmas was being scripted from the very beginning: a perfect world illuminated by God’s presence, resounding with angelic worship.¹ And somewhere in the middle of it all, a couple and a tree that would change everything.²

The devil slithers into the narrative and messes it all up. The angels are caught in mid-song. The stars stop dancing. Darkness as black as death falls across Eden. Demons are given free rein to hunt and prowl the earth. Plagues of violence, lust, murder, and hate spread until they torch the outer boundaries of the once-flourishing world.

David, a key player in the Christmas saga, wrestled with the same kind of stuff we do today. What do we do when the room is burning down around us?

When the foundations are destroyed,
what can the righteous do?
Psa 11:3

What, David, what? What can the righteous do? Shrug our shoulders? Acquiesce? Sulk? Fret? Surrender to our fate? No, David says. We shift our gaze from the burning room to the throne in Heaven.

The LORD is in his holy temple;
the LORD—his throne is in heaven.
His eyes watch…The Lord examines the righteous…The upright will see His face.
Psalm 11:4-7

Martin Luther caught a bit of the drama in his famous hymn:³

And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us…

But he quickly pivoted to the Hope of humanity in our fallen world:

Did we in our own strength confide,
our striving would be losing,
were not the right Man on our side,
the Man of God’s own choosing…

The first gospel verse in scripture (Genesis 3:15) shines into the dark void, declaring One who will “crush the head” of the serpent and destroy his dominion over the earth. At the news I’m sure the hearkening angels, in full voice, heralded once again and the stars resumed their dance with unrestrained delight.

It won’t be an easy path for humanity, not by a long shot. “There will always be conflict between the ancient serpent and the offspring of Adam and Eve, until the day the Right Man comes — Jesus — and “destroys the works of the devil.” And the Right Man did come, and He did what He came to do.

Even when it looks like all is lost, everything’s fine. All is well.

In his book, Let Earth Receive Her King, Alistair Begg elaborates on the Advent promise:

Because God is in control, nothing could prevent the birth of that promised head-crusher of the serpent, Jesus of Nazareth. Because God is in control, nothing could prevent the perfect life that He lived. Because God is in control, nothing could prevent His triumph on the cross, when He bruised the serpent’s head. And because God is in control, nothing can prevent the coming age when the serpent is totally defeated and God’s great reversal is complete.
The baby in the manger at Christmas is the “he” of Genesis 3:15. We can rest in the reality that Jesus was, is, and always will be in control. We can remember that He will one day gather all who are His own and usher us into a new Eden. We can enjoy looking forward to the day when He will give to each of His people the privilege of enjoying eternal life with no sin, no sorrow, no sickness, no bitterness, no family divisions, no political wrangling – just never-ending beauty as we enjoy perfect communion with our Creator⁴.

Isn’t God kind to give away the end of the Story in the very beginning of the Story? Otherwise we would think Twitter is real life; that our grieving and groaning will remain unrequited; that we are stuck in a George Bailey horror show forever; that evil will always have the upper hand; that there is no change, no resolution, no getting out alive.

Imagine sitting in a burning room bravely pretending to be okay with it all, yet knowing in our hearts it will never, ever be fine. In truth, everything may not be fine right now, but all is well nonetheless (if you know what I mean). Advent hope doesn’t anesthetize present pain but rather gives it context and company—God entered the mess rather than explaining it away from a distance.

Christmas spares us from the dog in the meme’s delusional “This is fine” take, and transforms it into the best Christmas message of all: “All is well.”

Selah, beloved.

Job 38:7 ↩︎
Genesis 3:1-7 ↩︎
Luther, Martin, A Mighty Fortress Is Our God ↩︎
Begg, Alistair, Let Earth Receive Her King, p. 24 ↩︎

words that say ‘advent’ to me…and a bit of other exciting news

Each year, Sandy chooses a word or phrase that serves as a theme for our holiday season. This year’s word is “merry.” In years’ past, she has displayed “gather” as well as “joy” and “merry and bright” on dishes, pillows, and mementos around the house. One year we basked in “comfort and joy.” I love this tradition. These catchwords and catchphrases are short, relatable, and, yes…incarnational.

The world (much of it, at least) outside our humble little cottage also brands the season by trading greetings that are brought out and dusted off this time of year:

“Merry Christmas.”

“Season’s greetings.”

“Happy holidays.”

”Joyeux Nöel.”

Accordingly, this Holy Advent, I have been struck by the generosity and wonder of another pair of words:

“My people.”

Comfort, comfort my people,”
says your God.
Isaiah 40:1

God, the Eternal, Wholly Other, Transcendent, Invisible, Uncreated, Ageless, Divine Creator and Ruler wants it published near and far that He is not too proud to invoke possessive pronouns when referring to us.

My tribe.

My kind of folk.

My home.

When you love someone, don’t you want to be around them? Spend as much time with them as you possibly can? One of the all-time favorite feel-good Christmas standards is the song “I’ll be home for Christmas.” We swoon to that song because it reminds us of people we want near, those whom we love and miss and cannot wait to see.

The nativity story leaves a prominent trail of breadcrumbs that point to just how much God wants to be near us. The Lord appealed to Joseph through his dreams. Angel Gabriel brought big news to a poorly adolescent girl. A holy choir of angels appeared in the visible sky before an audience of lowly shepherds. The Magi were given a very specific roadmap to visit the infant Messiah. God is personable, reachable, and knowable.

The word that startled the slumbering world on that first Christmas was “Emmanuel.” God with us. You can’t get away from the theme…it’s shot all through the nativity story and beyond. (I mean, must we look any further than a Messiah on a cross who looks at His best friend and tells John to take care of His mama when He’s gone?) And that’s how the Almighty Father has planned it. From Mary’s dramatic assent to offering the womb that would carry the Babe of Bethlehem to His taking on human flesh and being swaddled in earthly vestments, the divine imprint upon humankind has taken hold.

As it also says in Hosea,
I will call Not My People, My People,
and she who is Unloved, Beloved.
And it will be in the place where they were told,
you are not my people,
there they will be called sons of the living God.

Romans 9:25,26

The Lord could have called us “subjects” or “bots” or “playthings.” Pets. We could be nothing more than experiments or throwaways to His almightiness. If we didn’t know better, He might be inclined to turn His magnifying glass on our pathetic beingness and take sadistic pleasure in burning us to cinder like ants. But no.

A God who weeps with us, sings over us (like Mary undoubtedly did as she cradled the Christ Child), who covers us with His wings, keeps His promises to us, prays for us, and speaks to us in our dialect, is the God revealed to us in the scriptures. He’s a people Person.

So, this Advent, may God’s “My people” hit you like it hits me and stir inside you the merriment that you are God’s kind of people, proven in the incarnation and His abiding Presence within.

If I may, I’d love to share with you some exciting news. As I intimated in the last post (over five months ago), I have been working on a manuscript, Though He Fall, that has been, technically, over 40 years in the works. I’m pleased to let you know it will be ready to order in the next few days (paperback version only for now). Keep your eye on my blog site for a follow-up post soon which will detail the when and where of the book and how you can order.

Thank you, beloved. You each have been an invaluable part of my journey, and I’m so happy I could share my news with you first. You are my tribe, my people.

Merry Christmas, people of God!

what started out as a barn

Do you not know that you are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in you?
1 Corinthians 3:16

Christmas is nearly upon us. We can be certain we will be treated to all forms of ‘baby Jesus in a stable’ scenes and meditations (mine included). While a barn may have housed the babe of Bethlehem, it will not do to accommodate a reigning King.

That’s you and me, friend. We are God’s house. For better or for worse, Jesus makes his abode in us.

The cave or lean-to in which Jesus was born gives a certain charm to the incarnation narrative but is quickly discarded for a house when the Magi show up.

Here’s a question: does our life say ‘barn’ or ‘temple’? Maybe we think we’ve got a dream house going on when really we’re just unstable structures built on sand.

Early on the tabernacle of God was a mobile tent. It sufficed for a time, but it really bothered David.

“Here I am inside a cathedral, while God is out there in a cardboard box!” he groused. David intended to do something about it, but God gently withstood him. We know the reason why, of course, but I think that story reveals something about how we approach life.

Put simply, we aren’t meant for this world. We are called to something more permanent, ever more glorious. Like David, we should be bothered. There should be in us a “holy restlessness” until God gets all that he rightly owns. Us. His temples.

In one gospel story, Peter and his boys had just watched a rich young ruler foolishly walk away from Christ, unwilling to liquidate his assets for the kingdom. What just happened, they wondered.

The disciples couldn’t believe what they were hearing, but Jesus kept on: “You can’t imagine how difficult. I’d say it’s easier for a camel to go through a needle’s eye than for the rich to get into God’s kingdom.”
That set the disciples back on their heels. “Then who has any chance at all?” they asked.
Mark 10:24-26, The Message

The disciples were dumbstruck. They’d been brainwashed to believe since birth that the rich and powerful were fast-tracked into God’s kingdom. Jesus upended that heresy by exposing the hypocrisy of the religious elite. That those (air-quote) other guys (end air-quote) wouldn’t gain entry they understood.

But this guy wasn’t a hypocrite. He wasn’t combative. He was sincere, respectful, even desperate. I mean, he actually ran up to Jesus and fell to his knees! If that’s not an altar call I don’t know what is.

Only he went away lost, owned by his wealth. Eugene Peterson helpfully writes, “His possessions were his millstone strangling the very life from his soul – that is why Jesus touched on the topic of what he owned. ‘It’s killing you man, it’s owning you!’”

The young aristocrat preferred his bigger barn portfolio to the Savior of the world.

Characteristically, Peter just had to inject himself into the uncomfortable silence.

See, we have left everything and followed you.
Mark 10:28, ESV

Except…

…much of what Peter and the others thought to be important was not really so, and that what they thought to be of no importance was often of great significance before God.”
Dallas Willard, The Divine Conspiracy, p. 121

If you’re out here just doing stuff to get reimbursed, rewarded, or recognized — even in the name of Jesus — forget it. That stuff’s just gonna get burned up.

Praise God, we know how the disciples’ story ends. Their faith in — and obedience to — Christ made their lives a fit habitation for King Jesus. They certainly did their share of slumming from time to time, but in the end they were temples.

One day we shall thank God we built with enduring material. It is so easy to let up here and there and work in a little wood or stubble, but blessed is the man (and woman) who will not substitute even the good for the best.
—Vance Havner

Jaroslav Pelikan, Yale scholar and historian of religion, observed:

Jesus of Nazareth has been the dominant figure in the history of western culture for almost twenty centuries. If it were possible, with some sort of super magnet, to pull up out of that history every scrap of metal bearing at least a trace of his name, how much would be left?
—Quoted from The Divine Conspiracy, Dallas Willard, p. 12

Setting aside the meta narrative of human history for a second, let’s address it on a more cellular level:

how much of ‘Jesus’ will be left in us when the fire purges from us everything that is not him?

That’s really the question. Are our respective ‘inns’ so crowded all we can offer Jesus is a mucked-out stable? Is he worthy of more?

As I’m writing this, I’m listening to the pounding of hammers on the other side of the house. For the past 251 days (yes I’m counting!) we’ve been temporarily lodging in a converted garage without a single window. All that pounding and sawing and drilling is sweet music to our ears; it means we will be moving into a spacious suite of rooms with plenty of windows through which the Florida sun can shine all the live long day!

You might say our living situation is a metaphor. I don’t want my life to be a garage without windows. I want to be a wide-open, well-lit, fully-accessible house for my Jesus.

Selah, beloved. Until next time.

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