Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Target, The Happiest Place on Earth: Mid-Week Reflection

EMILY RUTLEDGE, YOUTH MINISTER

A week ago my little family had to make a trip to Target (normally the happiest place on Earth). As we worked our way through the anxious crowd of people our band of small humans did what they do best; scream, grab things off of shelves, and ask when they were going to eat. It took much longer than normal and I could feel my own anxiety rising. I began to buy into the feeling that I should be purchasing more unnecessary gifts and my husband would promptly remind me about that thing called ‘a budget’ and that we didn’t 'need' a life-sized bear head in our bathroom and place each thing back on the shelf.

When we finally returned to the car and got everyone and everything buckled in we all took a deep breath in the silence. My calmer half looked at me and said,

“I am totally sure that this was not what Jesus intended when he was born.”

As people poured out of shops with carts brimming with things I couldn’t help but agree with him. Besides the fact that I am sure if Jesus was able to dictate where we bought gifts celebrating His birth he would want us to buy local, I am also fairly sure God wasn’t intending on this offshoot celebration of Jesus’ birth. Mass amounts of gifts and cookies and debt combined with the societal pressure to have the HAPPIEST and most JOYFUL season ever seems counter to the entire reason Jesus was born in the first place.

Jesus came because of our brokenness.

A brokenness that does not disappear when December rolls around and glowing trees go up and coffee shops switch from pumpkin to peppermint. For many adults, I would hasten to say for all of us, there is a sadness that comes with Christmas. It may be a tinge or it may be an all-consuming cavern but combine short days, dreary weather, darkness, the façade of a world with perfect functioning families juxtaposed on the reality of our own family or lack-there-of, and the reminder of loss that seems to be marked by the coming of a new year that will begin without those whom we have lost and there is some level of grief that accompanies Christmas for each of us.

The joy of Christmas must must must be in Jesus. There is no other balm to soothe the pains we walk through as people. There is nothing else that can fill us up, make us whole, and deliver us from our own brokenness besides Him. The gift of Christmas is owning our true emotions and knowing that despite all of it, despite all the crap that will happen to us throughout a year, Jesus will come again and deliver us with a love that is all-consuming and free for the taking.

You can’t buy that at Target.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Waiting for Christ: Mid-Week Reflection

THE REV. DAVID STODDART

So I am waiting for Christ as my car sits in stop-and-go traffic, painfully inching my way through the Corner. I am late, and I feel impatience rising up within me, confronted yet again with circumstances I cannot control. This busy time of year affords many such moments: juggling band and choir concerts; getting home and church ready for Christmas; dealing with sermons, pastoral visits, Facebook posts. It feels like my schedule controls me more than I control my schedule. And yet . . . the Gift is still there, waiting to be given. So sitting in traffic, rushing around, working assiduously—in all these things, I am waiting for Christ.

If the Incarnation means anything, it means that God has come among us in the concrete circumstances of human life. There is no situation too prosaic or too awful for Christ to enter. We could expend huge amounts of time and energy trying to create the perfect holiday setting for Christ to appear in or manufacture the right religious feelings to greet Christ with—and then miss the Jesus who has been coming to us all along. The fact is, if I cannot wait for Christ in line at the grocery store and be receptive to him then, I probably will not find him at Midnight Mass, either.

It is never too late to observe Advent, to practice waiting for Christ in the here and now, wherever we are, whatever we might be doing. I know that when I remember this and try to live it, however imperfectly, I realize the Presence more fully and experience a greater measure of peace and joy.

A favorite poem of mine has been surfacing in my consciousness recently. It gets at this theme of meeting God in the reality of our lives. It is written by Galway Kinnell and it’s entitled, “Prayer”:

Whatever happens. Whatever
"what is" is is what
I want. Only that. But that.
So be it. Amen.