
If I were ever to get a tattoo it would be the word Hope.
Because hope, I think, is the quiet power that changes the world.
And bends that long arc of history in the direction of justice.
If we lose hope, we lose all.
Doing my best to find my way.
My son and his wife are expecting their first child.
Over the last several months since they shared the news with us, I have watched them move through the transition from being a couple to becoming a family. The expectation of their child, our grandchild, reawakens within me the pensive, hopeful longing that comes with the birth of a child.
While most of the time I think and talk about God differently, today I find myself wondering if, as God waits for that which is new or that which is new within me or that which is new among us to be born, there is that same pensive longing and hope similar to that which I feel right now reaching out from the deep love of today towards some promised, possible tomorrow.

I love these verses from the Jewish prophet Habakkuk.
To understand them you have to picture the scene.
The walled city built on a hill overlooking a long valley.
A watchman in the tower high enough to survey the entire valley.
The instruction to the prophet is to write the vision large enough that the runner in the valley, looking up at the city and the watchtower can see and read the vision as he continues on his way. And so I wonder…how large would the vision have to be in order to be seen?
Here is the passage:
I will stand at my watchpost,
And station myself on the rampart;
I will keep watch to see what God will say to me,
And what God will answer concerning my complaint.
Then the Lord answered me and said:
Write the vision;
Make it plain on tablets so that a runner may read it.
For there is still a vision for the appointed time;
It speaks of the end on does not lie.
If it seems to tarry, wait for it;
It will surely come, it will not delay.
And here is my reflection for the First Sunday in Advent.
Out there they have been at it now for a number of weeks.
They have wrap cars with bows and opened early and stayed open late and filled the air around us with songs about Santa and silver bells and red-nosed reindeer. Now it is our turn. Here. In this space set aside for holy reminders of how life and world are to be. And, maybe…
And, I hope, in our homes, as well.
Our turn to get ready for Christmas.
But instead of cars with bows and songs about Santa, here we light a candle.
A subtle, stubborn reminder of the presence and promise of light despite whatever darkness we know and experience that seeks to push in upon our lives. And instead of the looked for arrival of Santa, the songs we sing are about hope and peace and the coming of God.
Out there the words of the day are rush and merry.
Here our words are watch and wait.
Watch with the diligence and dedication of the watchman on the tower.
Wait with the urgency and the patience of those who mark the hours until dawn.
Now it is our turn.
To pay attention and to get ready.
And not just to rush through the holiness of these days.
So, how will you do it?
My guess is you have the decorating and the gift giving down pat.
Now, how will you watch and wait and get ready for Christmas and not just for Santa?
I have four suggestions for paying attention in these Advent days.
But, what you do is not nearly as important as your doing something.
Setting aside a few moments each day.
Otherwise the days rush by far too quickly.
Idea One.
Make your own Advent wreath. All you need is four candles. Maybe five if you want to light a candle on Christmas Day. This week light one of the candles. Beginning next Sunday light two candles. The week after that three. Then, after you have lit the candles, read the reflection in the Advent calendar for that day. Maybe even take a moment to talk about what it means and where it touches your life and world.
Idea Two.
Similar to Idea One.
One of the images of Christmas is light in the darkness pulled from the beginning of John’s Gospel where it is written: The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it. So what if each evening you turn the lights down or off.
And, for a moment, allowed the darkness to settle around you.
Then, lIght the candles.
And, in the candlelight, ask everyone to share where they saw or were Light that day.
Where they caught a glimpse of God or were that presence to another.
Idea Three.
We have a list of words associated with Advent and Christmas.
One word for each day.
Think about what that word means to you.
Find a way to turn that reflection into a picture or a few words and send it to me.
I will post what you send on the church’s Facebook page and Pinterest page.
We will also print them out and add them be our hallway bulletin boards as we move through Advent.
Idea Four.
Expand your Christmas giving.
And, if you have children include them in that experience.
Beginning next Sunday there will be our annual Dove Tree in Fellowship Hall.
We will be collecting gifts that will be shared with children at Neighbors Link.
When you go shopping you can give your children the assignment of deciding on what extra food you will buy and drop off here at the church for the Food Pantry. The goal is not as charity. But a daily reminder of that other whom God names as our sister and our brother. And that there is something about the promise and hope of Christmas that includes the dream of that day when no child will go to bed hungry and no parent will put their child to bed and then turn away and cry because there is not enough.
The world out there waits for Santa. And for presents. And for holiday cheer.
Here, we wait for something more.
And, while I love Santa and gift giving and holiday cheer…
And, I don’t even mind going to the mall.
What my heart needs…
And, what my soul needs…
And, maybe even, what the world needs…
Is that something more.
I need that reminder of a hope that is strong enough…
Strong enough to stand face to face with the anguish and uncertainty felt in Ferguson and in Bedford and beyond. A hope that we will and can find a better way.
I need that reminder of the promise and possibility of tomorrow.
A vision clear enough and compelling enough that it helps me find that balance between wants and needs.
I need a reminder to dream.
To dream the dream of a woman pregnant with a child even in challenging and confusing times. A dream brave enough to see beyond the uncertainty of today to the promise of tomorrow.
This Christmas I need to get ready for more than Santa.
I want to get ready for something more than Santa.
What about you?

All I can do today is pray.
Friends are going through a difficult time.
A REALLY difficult time.
But my prayers today, as they so often are, are more outward than upward.
Reaching out across the miles.
Seeking them out wherever they are.
And, in some unseen way linking that which is within me to give…
My strength;
My support;
My concern;
My heartbreak;
My hope;
With their lives and the moment which they have right now.
Others, I know, are doing the very same thing.
All I can do today is pray.
Who doesn’t like to have a plan.
Especially when Sunday mornings roll around with surprising regularity.
And I am both expected and have the privilege and the responsibility to be here with you and to have something thoughtful to say about that intersection of life and faith and God and world and Bible. So, in an effort not to panic or leave it to the last minute, this summer I found myself wondering about this fall and what was it about God and faith and world in which we live that was tugging at my heart and mind and soul, and maybe tugging at yours as well. What I found myself thinking about is this. Two very different narratives compete for our attention and for our allegiance. And each day, sometimes each moment, we chose between them. An example of the predominant narrative surrounding our lives is what we find on the pages of the New York Times or the Wall Street Journal or the Huffington Post. It is the narrative of the world as it is. Or, at least a narrative of what the poet Robert Burns described as “Man’s inhumanity to man.” which we now name as the news. Abuse. Fighting. Disease. Destruction. The second narrative is the one we find woven through the stories and the witness of the Bible. That narrative often stands counter to the first providing a very different picture of who we are and how we are to see and to understand and to respond to each other and to the world in which we live. We live immersed in the first narrative each and every day. It takes intentionality to hold onto and to turn towards the second.
So, on that lazy, less hectic summer day in August I began to list several stories and passages from the Bible which I find thought provoking and which might provide a snapshot of that second narrative for us to think about together.
“Great!” I thought. “I have a plan.”
And, as I said a moment ago, who doesn’t like having a plan.
But, as I sat down to begin to prepare for this morning I discovered a problem.
The passage I had been thinking about for today was also the passage I spoke about 8 or 9 months ago. I spent a day trying to decide what to do and, in the end, decided to stick with my August best laid plan. I rationalized my decision in several ways.
But, the real reason I decided to stick with this passage is I need to hear…
I think we need to hear…
The witness of this particular portion of the Bible.
So, here goes…
From the very first words you read in the Bible.
Genesis 1. In the beginning God.
In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters. And God said, “Let there be light” And there was light. And it was good. And God said, “ Let there be a sky.” And there was a sky.” And it was good. And God said, “Let there be dry land and plants and trees.” And there was. And it was good. And God said, “Let there be seasons and stars and sun and moon. And there was. And it was good. And God said, “Let there be fish and whales and jelly fish and octopuses.” And there was. And it was good. And God said, “Let there be cattle and wild animals and creeping things.” And there was. And it was good. Then God said, “Let us make humankind in our own image.” So God created humans. Male and female God created them. And God saw what God had made and, behold, it was very good.
Two mistakes sometimes get made when we hear or read this passage.
The first mistake is we think this passage is primarily about how things were created. It is not. The second mistake is, since this passage begins the Bible, we think it was the first thing written. Again, it was not. These words were sometime around 580 BCE and long after much of Hebrew scripture was already in place. It was written as an affirmation of faith and placed at the beginning of the Bible as something of a Prologue to set the tone for all that would follow. But, for today, our job is to avoid making the first mistake.
Instead of being about creation, the fundamental question these verses wrestle with is this.
Looking around at the world as it is, is creation fundamentally good or evil?
Is the world good?
Are human beings basically good?
Or, is chaos and violence and suffering and sorrow the order of the day?
The witness of these verses turn in the direction of goodness.
You and I and the other, whoever the other happens to be, and the world in which we live are from their beginning and at their very core…at our very core…fundamentally good.
As you hear me say that, what is important to know is that these verses were written during one of the darkest times in Jewish history. Everything that the Jewish people at that time had thought was good and secure and permanent was gone. Wiped out and destroyed by the conquering Babylonians. It was out of that time of deep sorrow and struggle and searching that these words were carefully and painstakingly written and intentionally placed at the beginning of their sacred text.
So, why these words for us today? Despite the assurance or reassurance of historians and/or social scientists that tell us that there is less violence in the world today than at any other time in recorded history, at times in the last couple of months it felt to me like the world had gone to hell in a handbasket.
The fighting in Gaza.
The tragedy in Ferguson.
The brutality of ISIS.
Ebola in Africa.
The ongoing fighting and humanitarian crisis in Syria.
And, add the Ukraine and Nigeria and other places around our world.
And, this doesn’t even begin to touch the day in, day out struggles or sorrows you face or your friends face or your co-workers face.
For much of the summer I walked around with a knot in my stomach.
The narrative which surrounds us tells us that the world is awful.
And violent.
And scary.
And the other, whoever they are at any given moment, are evil or might be evil.
In response to all that we read and see and, sometimes, experience, the anger or hatred or fear we experience shrinks our lives pulling them into smaller and smaller circles which we hope against hope we can protect and keep safe. The predominant narrative which surrounds our lives turns us inward. And, turns us against one another. And, reinforces stereotypes which separate you from me and us from them. It is not by chance that in many ancient languages the word for stranger and the word for enemy are often the same word or share the same linguistic root.
Counter to that narrative of how the world is and who we are is the witness of the Bible.
And God saw what God had made and it was good. It was very good.
These words are not meant to gloss over or to discount or to deny or to turn away from the suffering or the hurt or the injustice or the awful things we do to each other, but instead it points to something more.
Another way of seeing.
Another way of being.
So, here is the question.
If the Bible is right and the world is fundamentally good…
If the Bible is right and you are fundamentally good…
If the Bible is right and they are fundamentally good…
What difference would it or could it or does it make for who we are and how we think and what we do? That was the question I asked myself as I was sitting alongside a lake on Saturday afternoon trying to find words for what I wanted to say. Here is what I thought about.
Narrative number one points out the ugliness and the selfishness and the greed in our world.
Claiming goodness, I think, makes space for beauty and grace.
Narrative number one shrink wraps our lives.
Goodness, I think, makes space for gratitude and for generosity.
Narrative number one relies on retribution and punishment and power to maintain control.
Goodness, I think. makes space for forgiveness.
In the end, I think, goodness makes space in our lives for each other.
I don’t say this out of a false naivete.
Nor do I think it is some magic wand.
I say it because I think it is a choice.
A conscious choice about what direction you will face.
So, what do you think?
New York Times or In the beginning God…?
Goodness. Can you believe it?
Reading For The Day:
From Christian Scripture, Matthew 5…
Jesus speaking:
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called the children of God.
You are the light of the world.
A city built on a hill cannot be hid.
No one after lighting a lamp puts it under a bushel basket, but on a lamp stand and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way let your light shine before others that they might see your good works and give glory to God in heaven.
Message for the Day:
It has been a challenging month for me.
And maybe for you, as well.
I can usually manufacture some emotional space between the headlines in the news and my daily life, but this month has been different. The headlines have been relentless stacking up one right after another…
Three Israeli teens abducted and murdered.
A Palestinian teen murdered in retaliation.
A plane shot down over Ukraine.
Rockets launched towards Israel.
Missiles fired into Gaza.
Leading to an escalating violence with no end in sight.
All those headlines don’t even include ISIS and Afghanistan and Libya and Nigeria or the countless other places around the world broken by violence or disease or hunger or corruption.
A part of what has been hard for me may be a level of fatigue.
I am ready for some vacation and time away to read books and to walk in the woods and to see and spend time with family and friends. And, some of it has been the challenging conversations I have had and continue to have with Jewish colleagues and neighbors about what is happening in Israel and in Gaza, and doing my best to understand and to balance their attachment to Israel and its need for security and the desperate plight of the Palestinian people, most of whom are innocent caught in a deadly standoff and crossfire.
I have been scrambling to hold onto hope.
Which is not a position I have found myself in very often.
But even in the chaos and whether I feel it or know it in any particular moment, hope is present.
Which brings me to today.
And to you and me here in this place.
So far removed from the chaos and desperation and destruction out there.
As Christians…
As People of Faith…
At our best as human beings…
We are called to be far more than just bystanders to what is happening.
More than just taking this side or that side.
We are called to be reminders that…
As I slogged my way through this past month and thought about our being here this morning, what better reminder, I realized, than for us to celebrate the Lord’s Supper together. May this table be a holy, hope filled reminder of the ultimate intention of God of that day yet to be when…
There will not be your table and my table.
There will not be a Christian table and a Jewish table and Muslim table.
There will not be a gay table and a straight table.
There will not be a Republican table and a Democrat table.
There will only be God’s table.
And all will have a place.
And all will have enough.
And if you and I forget that or give up on that dream we might as well turn off the lights and lock the doors and all just walk away.
So, this morning
Allow our gathering at the table to be hope.
Our practicing for tomorrow and that day yet to be.
May that be our invitation and this be our prayer.
Shared with me by Rabbi Jason Nevarez as we talked together about what was happening in Israel and in Gaza, and about our friendship and about the commitment of our congregations to continue to work together even in…especially in…these trying and difficult times.
This prayer was written by two women.
One Jewish and one Palestinian.
God of Life:
You who heals the brokenhearted, binding up our wounds.
Please hear this prayer of mothers.
You did not create us to kill each other
Nor to live in fear or rage or hatred in your world.
You created us so that we allow each other to sustain Your Name in this world.
Your name is Life.
Your name is Peace.
For these I weep, my eye sheds water:
For our children crying in the night;
For parents holding infants, despair and darkness in their hearts.
For a gate that is closing – who will rise to open it before the day is gone?
With my tears and with my constant prayers,
With the tears of all women deeply pained by these harsh times
I raise my hand in supplication:
Please God have mercy on us.
Hear our voice that we not despair
That we will witness life with each other,
That we have mercy one for the other,
That we share sorrow one with the other,
That we hope, together, one for another.
Inscribe our lives in the book of Life.
For Your sake, our God of Life, let us choose Life.
For you are Peace.
Your world is Peace and all that is Yours is Peace.
May this be your will.
And let us say Amen.
(Written by Sheikha Mahameed and Rabba Tamar Elad-Appelbaum. English translation – Amichai Lau-Lavie)
The most critical religious question of our day is how we will answer the question "Who is my neighbor?"
That which we know and name as God is more about the connections between us than something above us.
And this, from the poet Maya Angelou...
"Do the best you can until you know better. Then, when you know better, do better."