Archive for January, 2016

I didn’t grow up with what we call “high church tradition” — no lectionaries, no confirmation… communion happens just once quarterly and we stopped having acolytes lighting the tall candles sometime in the late 80s.

Sometimes the color of the pulpit cloth and table runner (because we certainly never called such things by their proper names) would change from purple to green or red or white.

But I never knew why.
I don’t recall it ever being pointed out back then.

But several times throughout my growing up years we celebrated Advent as a church.

Oh, there’s been a wreath with candles on that beautiful matching pillar pedestal for as long as I remember…

But we didn’t always acknowledge the weekly lighting or do special readings or scriptures for each week.

Still, by the time I was in high school I knew that Advent came before Christmas and was a time of preparation for the celebration of the birth of Jesus.

Yet as my exploration of scripture and the church and traditions grew heading into the college years and then my seminary years and as I realized my wiring naturally leans towards the beauty, symbol and rhythms found in more ancient and worn paths of prayer and church seasons, I began to awaken to a new understanding of Advent.

A time of longing and hope and expectation.

Connecting to the yearning of Israel as they awaited the Messiah.
And recognizing our present yearning for His second coming.

I’ve written on it frequently these past few years.

And in that time I’ve also come to better understand that Christmas is not just one day when we celebrate the birth of Jesus, but that the Christmastide is the twelve days beginning Christmas day and leading up to Epiphany (a beauty in its own right).

And as such, the Christmastide is a celebration of the presence of Christ.

God with us.
Word become flesh.
Dwelling among us… and now in us.

And my Advent devotions extend through the Christmastide.

From hope.
And peace.
And joy.
And love.
To presence.

Yet as I read Isaiah 60:18-19 again on this ninth day of Christmas,
reading the hope,
perceiving the longing,
recalling the prophet’s echoes in the revelations of John…

A new thought occurs to me:

If Advent is a recognition of the longing of the first advent of Christ as well as our current longing for His second advent,

—an already-not-yet scenario—

then isn’t the Christmastide a recognition of the celebration of the presence of Christ among us as well as a looking forward to the final fulfillment of all prophecies and the time when we “will have the Lord for an everlasting light, And the days of [our] mourning will be over” and “the tabernacle of God is among men, and He will dwell among them, and they shall be His people, and God Himself will be among them, and He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away”?

Christmastide as an already-not-yet of His presence.

How shall I walk through the Christmastide with this understanding?

Seeking to recognize
to acknowledge
to experience
to walk in
His presence
more and more
grasping the joy of the already
and the hope of the not yet.

I’ve seen Advent as two-fold for many years…
now I am seeing the Christmastide is two-fold as well.

(Interestingly enough, last January 2nd I also wrote of the “already-not-yet”, but it was almost exclusively in relation to the prophecy, not the season as a whole.)


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