the holy gospel according to mark.
[Jesus said,]
24“But
in those days,
after
that suffering,
the
sun will be darkened,
and
the moon will not give its light,
25and
the stars will be falling from heaven,
and
the powers in the heavens will be shaken.
26Then
they will see ‘the Son of Man coming in clouds’
with
great power and glory.
27Then
he will send out the angels,
and
gather his elect from the four winds,
from
the ends of the earth to the ends of heaven.
28“From
the fig tree learn its lesson:
as
soon as its branch becomes tender and puts forth its leaves,
you
know that summer is near.
29So
also, when you see these things taking place,
you
know that he is near,
at
the very gates.
30Truly
I tell you,
this
generation will not pass away
until
all these things have taken place.
31Heaven and earth will pass
away,
but
my words will not pass away.
32“But
about that day or hour no one knows,
neither
the angels in heaven,
nor
the Son,
but
only the Father.
33Beware,
keep
alert;
for
you do not know when the time will come.
34It
is like someone going on a journey,
who
leaving home
and
putting the slaves in charge of their own work,
commands
the doorkeeper to be on the watch.
35Therefore,
keep awake—
for
you do not know when the master of the house will come,
in
the evening,
or
at midnight,
or
at cockcrow,
or
at dawn,
36or
else, coming suddenly,
the
master may find you asleep.
37And
what I say to you I say to all:
Keep awake.”
the gospel of the lord.
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i have a confession: i am a whovian. i have become enthralled with the british show, doctor who. and i am not alone. perhaps some of you have also discovered the delights of The Doctor. perhaps others have no idea what i’m talking about.
The Doctor is a time lord from outer space who travels
through time and space, saving the world and the universe over and over and
over again. he travels in a time
machine called the tardis, which looks, from the outside, like a blue
1960s-style police box and is, as they say, “bigger on the inside.”
as we begin advent, it is quite fitting that the color for
this season is what some might call “tardis blue” (others just call it
blue). in fact, i have a friend
who is hoping for a tardis stole for christmas, with the deep, hopeful blue of
the tardis as a perfect match for the hopefulness of the season of advent.
in fact, this advent time that we’re in is a bit, as The Doctor would say, “more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey
wimey…stuff.” we begin advent well
into the gospel of mark, well into jesus’ ministry. in fact, we begin just two days before the passover that, in
mark, marks the last supper of jesus.
tensions are running high and everybody has a different idea of who and
what the messiah must be and must do.
jesus
has already destroyed property in the temple, upending tables and chairs and
ruining the “business” of the temple.
jesus’ followers as well as his detractors are now anticipating a
rebellion. the detractors are
already plotting to destroy him.
in the midst of jesus’ followers waiting and hope that jesus’ power will
overthrow the powers oppressing them, jesus brings a powerful word of change.
it is not what they expect, and yet
jesus brings hope and the news of an end to the suffering. “summer—new life, renewal—is
near.” jesus tells us “truly i
tell you, this generation will not pass away until all these things have taken
place. 31heaven and
earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away.” this generation that is now 2000 years
long. like a tardis, it’s bigger
on the inside.
and how fittingly timey wimey that as mark looks ahead to
the messiah’s power exhibited in suffering, torture, and death on the cross, we
look to the power of god made manifest in a weak, defenseless baby born in a
barn.
wibbly wobbly timey wimey, we look ahead to the coming of
christ who has already come.
advent
is a time of waiting, of anticipation. christ tells us to “keep awake,” to keep watch for god. keep on the look out for where and when
god might show up. the message is
patience—that god works for those who wait for god. and i have to admit, patience is a virtue… that i don’t have. each advent we wait eagerly, even impatiently,
for the coming of christ. the
tardis of time grows ever bigger in the waiting for the reign of christ, which
has already come and not yet been fully realized.
and
perhaps it is time to give in to our impatience and join isaiah and the
psalmist in begging god to come.
“restore us, o god; let your face shine, that we may be saved.” “tear open the heavens and come down.”
i
confess that i have messed up—sometimes royally. i have been more like a dry leaf than the fig tree ready to
bring forth summer, but god, come be with me, make me better. make me who you know and want me to be.
i
am drawn to isaiah because there is room for my impatience there. i don’t have to be satisfied with the
advice to “wait.” i also get to
blame god for my mistakes. not
only did you, god, form me as a potter forms clay into shape, but your absence
is to blame for my sins. you
weren’t there beside me, so i messed up, i sinned. i let evil rule this world and myself, because you hid
yourself.
this
week and over the past months and even years, all i want is for god to come
down and fix everything. i want
the nations to tremble at god’s presence.
like jesus’ followers, i want god to come destroy those who commit
violence, i want an uprising that destroys oppression, inequality, illness, and
pain.
i
want
god
to make it
all
go
away.
i
don’t want to feel depressed after watching the news each night. i don’t want my heart to break when
people i love are sick or die. i want
peace. i want justice. i want life and love to rule the
day. …and sometimes i want
vengeance or victory over others.
and sometimes i’m scared of what justice will look like if i am the one
causing the pain. if i didn’t hear
your cry. if i didn’t sit with you
in sackcloth and ashes, mourning with you. if i didn’t live up to my end of the bargain—which, i can
never really do—then do i really
want god to come for vengeance and justice? do i want to face up to my sins?
but
before i tell god to hold off on coming down here to sort everything out, i
need to remind myself that the same god who comes as judge is also the god who
has already come in love, as a sibling loves family, so jesus loves us. it is a love that might, at times, roll
its eyes at our foolishness, chuckle to itself at our sins, and even cry with
and for us at the pain we experience and the pain we inflict on others.
so,
ultimately, i return to begging god to come, to be with me, to be with us. to bring life in the midst of death, to
turn pain into joy, tears into laughter, violence and oppression into justice
and peace.
then
in the wibbly wobbly, timey wimey-ness of it all, i look to the cross and to
the font and christ is here. i
look to you and the holy spirit blows through our midst, roughling feathers,
stirring up passion for love and justice and peace.
christ
came to be with us and comes again in the waters of baptism, “strengthening me
and you to the end, so that all may be blameless on the day of our lord jesus
christ.”
jesus
came 2000 years ago as our companion, savior, and friend. the son of man, our righteous judge,
will come to set all things right, bringing peace and justice. christ is with us now, in our pain and
suffering, in our waiting and our impatience, and in our struggle to keep
awake, to keep watch, to seek peace.
thanks
be to god