Advent Reflections #3 – Obscured by light

One of the phenomena of our age, which was simply unknown at the time of Jesus’ birth, is the amount of light which we live with.

Electricity has enabled us to live with the light on 24hrs a day. Life in today’s cities, and even suburban areas, is one where total darkness doesn’t exist as there is always light somewhere. Our consumer culture ensures that we can work more and spend more, even as we approach the shortest day.

At the time of Jesus’ birth you wouldn’t need to go far to find yourself in the blackness of night and to experience real darkness. Travelling by night was dangerous because you couldn’t see where you were going, or what dangers were lurking around in the blackness. Work stopped way before sundown and winter nights were not for going shopping.

But inasmuch as the darkness of night was an all-surrounding experience on the ground, the night sky was a different matter altogether. The darker the night at ground level, the more spectacular and brighter the night sky would appear to the observer.
This image of the surrounding darkness being broken by raising your eyes heavenward was not lost on ancient civilisations and cultures. The gods were seen as ‘up there’ whilst humanity fumbled around in the darkness ‘down here’.
Astronomers and astrologers have been observing, measuring, tracking the stars for millennia looking for meaning and seeing things in the sky that are all but lost to us in our age of incandescent lights.

Three magi to the east of Bethlehem were so meticulous in their study of the stars that they noticed when a remarkable new star appeared in the sky.
If you’ve ever seen the night sky when stood in a truly dark place (I have) then you see just how many stars there are visible to the naked eye – countless billions. Looking through any kind of telescope multiplies this number by several orders of magnitude, so it was truly impressive for the magi to spot this new star.

The star must have been remarkable because they tracked it and then followed it believing it to be a sign of something, or someone, important about to enter the world.
In the midst of a dark world they saw a twinkling light which changed their lives as they followed it in search of what it was going to illuminate and expose by its tiny light.

2,000 years on and for us the darkness is obscured by light. We are constantly bombarded by light so we never notice the contrast between light and darkness or get used to a scene in which we can spot a change as tiny and as distant as a twinkling star.

It was into this darkness 2,000 years ago that the Light of heaven descended.
When you are used to the darkness, any amount of light is impressive, and the brighter the light, the more it contrasts with the darkness.
And like the magi, the more you are aware of the detail of your daily scene, the more you notice when something new appears.

This Advent may the constant light of our consumer culture not obscure the darkness which frames the small twinkling light of Jesus’ coming.
May you notice the new light of Jesus’ appearing in the same patterns and forms of our present age as He continually brings something new into this world.
May you, like the magi, follow the Light to the place of worship in the midst of the darkness of this world.

Advent Reflections #2 – Strange place

“What a strange place to put such a special baby”.
These were the words of my 7yr old daughter when considering Jesus being laid in a manger. I later discovered she was quoting a line from her upcoming school Christmas play, but the line struck a chord.

It is indeed a very strange place to put such a special baby.
But that is perhaps the point. The two ways in which the power of the universe – the Logos – could have entered this world in a noticeable way would have been to either come in splendour and glory, a bit like the angelic host appearing to the shepherds, or in a remarkably understated and strange way, a bit like being laid in a manger. He chose the latter. And that was the point.

When the first angel appeared to the shepherds he said, “And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.” Luke 2:12 ESV
The ‘strange place’ becomes the sign.

The shepherds quickly found the baby and the manger and it seems that the manger wasn’t so strange to them and helped them go directly to where the baby might be.
In contrast the heavenly apparition of the angels was strange and filled them with fear, but the ‘strange place’ of the manger was neither strange nor fearful.
It was a place of great joy which resulted in wondrous worship.

Is our response to Jesus being laid in the manger one of strangeness and surprise, or a place where we know we can find the One we’re searching for?

This Advent may the ‘strange place’ of the manger be a place of discovery.
May you find your saviour, not in the familiar and safe places, but in the unfamiliar and unexpected places.
May it be a sign to you, as it was for the shepherds, that leads you to the place where you will find Him.

Advent Reflections #1 – Like us, like Him

Advent is all about waiting. Waiting for a ‘coming’, for an arrival.

For most of us the focus is on the immediate, near future; the 24-day countdown to the ‘arrival’ of Christmas Day.

For Christians the focus tends to be more on the past with the arrival of the Logos coming into the world, taking on skin and fat and becoming the newborn baby we know as Jesus of Nazareth, born in Bethlehem.

Whilst both of these foci of Advent are valid and good, there’s another focus which is equally valid, and arguably far more exciting.
This is the Advent of Jesus coming again to bring this age to a close and to establish, forever, the life to come in the age to come. It’s integral to our understanding of who Jesus is and what He has done for us that He returns. It’s the natural end to a supernatural reality of resurrection. It reminds us that Jesus isn’t just a Divine entity from another realm, but that He also remains today the wounded flesh-and-blood man who resurrected from the dead.
If His first Advent was significant because God became like one of us, then His second Advent is significant because now we become like Him; the “perishable putting on the imperishable”.

This Advent, may you awaken to the truth that God became like you so that you might become like Him.
May you find yourself waiting for His coming with joyful anticipation and expectation.
May you know that He who began a good work in you will bring it to perfect shalom.

Bethlehem bustled on

This small village is full.
No room for you and the
One carrying you.
This is the place you were
Destined to be born; the
Humble beginnings foretold
In humble, mumbled words
Of a small-time prophet
Singing out of tune with the
Popular song of his people.
And yet as you come to your
People there is no space
Or place, or time for you as
Bethlehem bustled on.

Trees adorned and homes with
Heightened sense of Christmas
Festivities, family and fun
Make space, place and time
For turkey and trimmings,
Wrapped gifts and the extra-thick
Televisual feast for gorging on
Whilst many out there in
Today’s Bethlehems go without.

This house if full.
No room for you and the
Ones seeking to carry you.
This is the place you
Desire to be born; the
Humble hearts awakened
In humble, mumbled prayers
Of small-time saints
Singing out of tune with the
Popular songs of our culture.
And yet as you come to your
People there is no space
Or place, or time for you as
Christmas bustles on.

Baptise me

May the dry clay go under.
May the cracks be filled with water.
May the outer deadness give way
To the inner life which has been reborn,
And is is being reborn;
Renewed, and is being renewed.
Baptise me as that outer sign
To which inwardly my heart says “yes”,
But let that fragile, hope-filled “yes”
Be re-baptised again and again.
May I die with Christ daily
As I take up my cross daily and follow.
May I live the eternal life daily
As the risen Jesus lives in me.
May it be that as my body passes
Through the waters – death to life –
That my mind, my intellect, preconceptions
And prejudices also pass through
The baptismal Red sea; my Jordan river.
Baptise me back then and baptise me
Again Lord, so that the seed of me may
Be planted into the ground in faith-filled
Hope, and may resurrect with you
In fruitful righteousness to a life where
Repentance leads to reconciliation,
Reconciliation leads to witness,
And witness leads to power.

American Dream

There once was a dream
Of fraternal freedom and
Liberty of thought and faith,
Where the shackles of
Taxation and empire control
Were thrown off with
Patriotic fervour; where
Alms became arms, and
Pulpits political platforms.
The dream of freedom
Became the cotton and
Tobacco colonial constitution
Where the white men with
Their deist sensibilities raised
Their flag for all the Europeans
To see, whilst the negro and
The redskin, under force of arms,
Saluted their new masters
As they sang along to the
Piccolo orchestra of the
Military marching band.

Back then the dreams of empire
Were dreams of the enemy,
And who would have thought
That one day the empire spirit
Which had been breathed in
And woven into the fabric of
This new nation state would
One day incarnate in all its
Neo-liberal inglory?
Who would believe that dreams
Of freedom would be watered
Down by water canon in the
Southern heat on Southern streets
Whilst a million men marched,
In peace, just to be seen as
Human by inhuman klansmen?

How this land has changed from
The redskins of the Appalachia
To the rednecks of Alabama,
Where the stomping elephant
And the braying donkey –
Circus beasts both – continue
The pantomime of the
American dogma of the
American dream of Presidents
In the January snow pledging
Allegiance to the constitution
Whilst the world cowers from the
Droning senators, with their
Regime-change rhetoric, and the
Drones that bomb their homes
And freedom dreams whilst
The computer game is played by
Traumatised teenagers fatigued
In their military fatigues.

There once was a dream that
Has since become a nightmare
From which the rest of us are
Waiting to be woken from, and
Only the lessons from history
Keep us sane in the safe knowledge
That every empire’s sunrise
Has its sunset, and in the night
Which follows may we all
Dream sweetly of real freedom,
Uncomplicated by the military complex,
Where arms return to alms
And freedom is indeed free.

Alive

He’s alive!
What kind of life is this that dies but won’t stay dead?
What kind of life is this that won’t be governed by the rules of this world and universe?
What kind of life is this that declares, “I died, and behold I am alive forevermore”?
What kind of life is this that can be lain down and planted into the ground like a seed?
What kind of life is this that having been lain down can be taken up again of its own accord?
What kind of life is this that is broken apart so it can be shared amongst many?
What kind of life is this that is offered to you and me to live likewise?
What kind of life is this that requires me to die so I can fully live?
What kind of life is this that has already begun and will live on beyond this life’s passing?
This life is life itself.
This life holds all things in being.
This life loves life and has removed death’s sting.
This life is a person who has died to death and now lives to life.
This life demands a response from each one of us
Because He’s alive!

You

You.
All I am is shaped
In you, with you, for you.
As I lift up my soul
And orient its flow
Upwards to you
I find that the flow
Of my life in you
Is endless, and
The more I lift my
Heart of love and
Worship to you,
The more I discover
There is of me;
The more I know
Who I am, because
Only in you do I
Fully exist.
Only in you do I
Fully know, just
As I am fully known.
Only in you is my heart
Fully loving and loved.
May my life always be
A song joyfully raised
Higher and higher
In worship of
You.

Ticking Tocker

I’m ticked off
With my tocker –
Seems the ticking
And the tocking
Ain’t behaving
As they should.
The tick takes the mick
And the tocking?
Well it’s just mocking,
With it’s subnormal
Ejections and infarctions
(Or whatever they call
Those reflex reactions).
Seems that the string
Section sees my baton
Flapping in fortissimo
But the percussionist
Plays the timpani like
His heart isn’t quite in it
(No pun intended, or is it?).
So my ticking tocker’s
Ticking is working, twitching,
But my ticking tocker’s
Tocker is lacking, flopping,
And the tachycardial flapping
Of my tick-tocking valves
Is flopping when it should
Be flapping, and flitting when
It should be flatting
(or is that flat-lining?).
My pacemaker is no
Peacemaker, and anxiety
Won’t help, but wired as
I am to this other ticking
Tocker it would help
If they could find each
Other’s time zone and
Synchronise their beats,
So that my tocker hears
My ticker and responds
With full aplomb, and
The valves do more
Dilating and ejecting
From day one.
Mortal flesh is so
Temperamental with
Its built-in obsolescence
And its best before date
Is behind it, gone,
Yet I know that I am
More than my ticking
Tocker, and my life is
Conducted by a different
Rhythm – more a waltz
Than a two-step –
So when this old ticker
Stops ticking and the
Final tock gives out
I’ll still be here, dancing,
With the new heart
HE gave me long ago
Which doesn’t so much
Tick-tock, but sings
A hymn of life itself,
And if you listen carefully
You’ll hear the song,
“Be still and know
That I AM GOD”
“I have loved you with
An everlasting love”
“Your flesh and your heart
May fail, but I AM the
Strength of your heart
And your portion forever.”

For Allyn, my friend and brother.