“Why do you stand looking up into heaven? This same Jesus, who has been taken up into heaven, will come in the same way that you have seen him going into heaven.” – Acts 1:11
From what I have seen of late, it seems our culture is yearning for Christmas to happen sooner each year. Every fall the holiday decorations are out in stores earlier and earlier. The music is played on the radio starting November 1st. The lights are up, the trees assembled, the deals made for all the gifts and joy we think we can handle, and yet every year the time seems to come sooner because every year it runs out. In some ways, there was not enough Christmas last year.
Article for the December Parish Newsletter
“Look! The Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world.” – John 1:29
Imagine what it must have been like in the days of John the Baptist. It would have looked like a good old-fashioned revival I think. Quite possibly the religious fervor was reignited amongst many believers. Or maybe not. It does say that men and women were coming from all over to hear this preacher. They came confessing their sins, it says, and being baptized in the Jordan River. Yet, people were still living their lives. They had to get up, make breakfast, go to work, make dinner, go to bed, and start it all over. This new preacher had come, and people were wondering if maybe he was another in a long line of Messiahs who never met their potential. These “chosen ones” who were each supposed to be the one that would restore the kingdom of Israel, only to fail.
And he that sat upon the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.” – Revelation 21:5
October is beckoning to you. Some of you hear the siren call of pumpkin spiced latte’s and candy corn. Others hear the voices of sports fans at the height of football season and the culmination of the baseball playoffs. Others hear the early and overplayed holiday music while you are still looking for decorations of orange and black, pumpkins and turkeys, corn husks and cobwebs.
For us in the north country, it calls to us with a voice that may seem different, unnoticed, undesired. A call of the sleep that is coming. A falling of leaves to the ground as trees give up their fruit to await another day and time. A calling of color to prepare us for some silence. For some cold. For extended darkness and waiting. A repose of the world, awaiting the snow as it’s blanket until warmth may come again.