Sunday, February 5, 2012

Choose Fast

Choose Fast

Isaiah 58:1-14 copyright © 2012 Robert J. Elder, Pastor

Mark 1:29-39 5th Sunday in Ordinary Time, February 5, 2012

Is not this the fast that I choose...

In Isaiah’s prophecy,[1] we peek in on a time in Israel’s history when the people have been busy at worship, honoring God by fasting. Isaiah tells Israel, in so many words, don’t bother. God will not take notice of your liturgical self-flagellation. While it may have appeared to the people that the worship God wanted was characterized by long faces and self-denial, Isaiah laid it out plainly for them. In fact, prophets and preachers have been laying it out for God’s people ever since, often in words mimicking Isaiah’s. The worship God desires is to “loose the bonds of injustice... to let the oppressed go free... to share your bread with the hungry, and bring the homeless poor into your house...”

Our religious practice is not an either/or game, playing ethics off against worship, as if religious people had to choose one or the other. The work of our faith is directly connected to our worship, and our worship to our work. We sometimes call the order of service a “liturgy,” a word derived from Greek, and the literal translation of that word is “work of the people.”[2] The liturgy is the ethically driven, worshiping work we do before God. The test for our Sunday task of worship comes in the tasks we take up on Monday through Saturday. The motivation behind our ethical behavior during the week is directly connected to what we have prayed, heard, and sung on Sunday in our worship. Worship is the work we do for God. Loving, feeding the poor, working against injustice, is the praise we sing to God. As Paul wrote, “Whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him.”[3]

When someone comes out of church saying, “Frankly, that last hymn (or prayer or sermon or scripture passage) didn’t do a thing for me,” who cares, really? Not to be too blunt about it, but we are not singing the hymns for me, or you, or for each other, but for God. This part of the work of our worship is difficult for modern, consumer-minded people to comprehend fully, accustomed as we are to having the marketplace cater to our every whim, to the degree that we are commonly bedazzled by about 200 different kinds of shampoo or corn chips or peanut butter in the supermarket, and a baffling array of everything else that we buy. But in church, as one place in our culture’s overwhelming self-infatuation, the business is not about us, not about how we look when we are praying, or fasting, or singing, or preaching. It’s not about who does it best, or worst, about who looks best or worst, about the one we judge to be the most or least sincere. It is – and this bears repeating because it is such a difficult concept for all of us – it is about God. It is not about us.

Remember that great old Quaker hymn:

My life flows on in endless song

above earth’s lamentations;

I hear the real though far off hymn

that hails a new creation.

No storm can shake my inmost calm

while to that rock I’m clinging;

while love is Lord o’er heaven and earth

how can I keep from singing?

Well, I sit up here Sunday after Sunday and I can tell you, no offense, but for some, keeping from singing appears to be no struggle at all! And I wish I had a dime for every time I have heard stories from adults about grade school teachers telling them as children not to sing because they sang so badly. Who are these cruel teachers, and why have they not been sent to remedial school teacher classes? Frankly, it’s hard to believe very many such teachers exist. Why would anyone think it perfectly reasonable to have to learn to spell or read, but believe that when it comes to singing, that’s just something we should be able to do with no prior experience or instruction, something we should have in hand as soon as we pop out of the womb? If someone really doesn’t want to sing, I can understand that I suppose, but at least it’s good to open the hymnal and read the beautiful poetry of the hymns that someone has written about God, and offer that silent reflection on God as part of our offering of worship. The beauty of singing is not measured by tunefulness or perfect pitch, but strictly on the measure of participation. The more who join in, the more beautiful God finds it to be. With God, it’s all about participation.

One of the drawbacks of being a leader in worship – in the choir, or at the organ, or at the lectern or pulpit, or ushering – is that we sometimes feel as if we cannot worship because we are too busy working. I know that much of my time in worship is spent trying to stay on top of what is coming next, to help things run smoothly, to check the bulletin, to look for the slow response that might cause an awkward silence, ‘til sometimes, by the end of the hour, I feel as if I have not worshiped at all, just spent an hour in a heightened state of nervous anxiety. So I have come to seek a peaceful place in my own spirit during worship, especially when I am not doing anything in particular, during an offertory or a beautiful prelude, joining in the morning prayers. And the truth is, we probably print our Sunday bulletins to help alleviate anxiety for worshipers, the “What’s next?” worry that most of us carry through so much of our lives, and bring right on in here to the sanctuary.

All the more important, then, that we receive frequent reminders that worship isn’t about our tastes or preferences, but is a service offered to God. Why else call it a “service” of worship? Worship is the work, the service we render to the God who has given so much to us. Sometimes we serve God by giving money for God’s work, by working on behalf of the homeless and helpless, by standing up for justice. On Sunday, we serve through giving ourselves to God in worship, by attempting to listen quietly to a word from God in scripture, preaching, prayer, and song. In song, especially, I think. The Bible is clear that God loves the singing of the people.

So what is it that makes for worship that is acceptable to God? According to Isaiah, God downgraded fasting and self-denial as particularly important for worship, especially if it was done more for show than for any other reason. But Isaiah did reflect for us on the idea that a fast more acceptable to God is one that denies self and takes up the cause of justice, the cause of the poor, the hungry, the homeless.

Jesus’ ministry, highlighted in our reading in Mark’s gospel, reflected this more acceptable fast as he conscientiously set self-concern aside and ministered to the sick, the helpless, the hopeless.

Here is a key thought in Isaiah’s prophecy: he calls for a proper worship that shares bread with the hungry, lets the oppressed go free, brings the homeless into your house, that clothes the naked. And this is perhaps the key to this whole thought: “Then your light shall break forth like the dawn, and your healing shall spring up quickly!” Isaiah knows, as anyone who has ever been involved in mission comes to know, that it is not the healing of poor inner city kids or housing poor families in Kenya, or helping hurricane victims along the Gulf Coast that’s at issue here, it’s our healing. People who involve themselves in these things find that the way to get our lives together is to do something for somebody else. “Then shall your light break forth like the dawn.” The fast we need to choose, but which is so difficult for us, is to stop acting as though the world exists for us and our needs and our tastes and our desires, and answer God’s call to be the light of the world, breaking forth in self-giving love and compassion.

Contemporary wisdom takes the opposite tack. A few months ago I was in a bookstore where I spotted rack after rack of books, CDs, and DVDs about self-help. Isaiah might suggest that we, save our money. He says, “If you offer your food to the hungry and satisfy the needs of the afflicted, then your light shall rise in the darkness and your gloom be like the noonday. The Lord will guide you continually and satisfy your needs in parched places... you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring of water whose waters never fail.”

Do you know the Irish singer, Bono? Chances are, if you are my age or older, you may not. He is a popular singer and sometime guitar player who became famous with the rock band U2. He remains a bit of a pop cultural icon, which made his appearance to speak at the National Prayer Breakfast a few years ago unusual, to say the least. But the reason for bringing up his name today has nothing to do with his pop culture status. It has to do with Isaiah’s call to take up a fast of service to others as the fast, the worship most desired by God.

Here are a few lines from his speech:[4]

“If you’re wondering what I’m doing here, at a prayer breakfast, well, so am I... but maybe it’s odder for me than for you. You see, I avoided religious people most of my life. Maybe it had something to do with having a father who was Protestant and a mother who was Catholic in a country where the line between the two was, quite literally, a battle line... I remember how my mother would bring us to chapel on Sundays... and my father used to wait outside. One of the things that I picked up from my father and my mother was the sense that religion often gets in the way of God...

...God may well be with us in our mansions on the hill. I hope so. He may well be with us as in all manner of controversial stuff. Maybe, maybe not. But the one thing we can all agree, all faiths and ideologies, is that God is with the vulnerable and poor.”

Bono quoted today’s passage from Isaiah, and then said,

“A number of years ago, I met a wise man who changed my life. In countless ways, large and small, I was always seeking the Lord’s blessing. I was saying, you know, I have a new song, look after it; I have a family, please look after them; I have this crazy idea... And this wise man said: ‘Stop.’

He said, ‘Stop asking God to bless what you’re doing. Get involved in what God is doing — because it’s already blessed.’ Well, God, as I said, is with the poor. That, I believe, is what God is doing. And that is what he’s calling us to do.”

Delighting in God, in God’s Sabbath, is more than taking a walk or sitting alone quietly, though these can help. It is, at its heart, living lives scripted by something other than our own self-interest. It is, in the end, giving our lives so that others may live.

[1] I am grateful to William Willimon for his Duke University Chapel sermon “When In Our Music God Is Glorified,” providing key insights on the Isaiah text for this sermon.

[2] λτουργία, Leitourgia, from λαός / Laos, Laity, "the people" and the root ργο / ergo, “do/work.”

[3] Colossians 3:17.

[4] Thanks to Sojourners online, sojo mail 2-3-06, www.sojo.net.


Sunday, January 8, 2012

I Went Down to the River to Pray

I Went Down to the River to Pray

Sunday after Epiphany, Baptism of the Lord, January 8, 2012

Mark 1:4-11

John the baptizer appeared in the wilderness,

proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins.

And people from the whole Judean countryside

and all the people of Jerusalem were going out to him,

and were baptized by him in the river Jordan, confessing their sins.

Today is a good day to say a good word about baptism. I suppose any Sunday is really an appropriate day for a favorable word about baptism, but today we have heard scripture loaded with images of baptism, so it is a good day to speak about that which is often so close at hand that we may sometimes miss its significance.

Psalm 29 is among the psalms that use the imagery of water to declare the tremendous power of the word of God:

The voice of the LORD is over the waters;

the God of glory thunders,

the LORD, over mighty waters. NRSV

In the gospel, Jesus emerges from the waters of his own baptism and hears the affirming voice of God: “You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased.” While those words are especially meaningful in the gospel about Jesus, they are also words which are spoken to us all in a way. That is the declaration made at our baptism, yours and mine. If we are baptized in infancy or childhood, before we have had a word to say either one way or the other, God has declared his pleasure in us, his utter satisfaction that his creation in us is good, is worthy, that we are God’s beloved creatures.

The voices that we hear when baptism is celebrated these days in the church are like voices that have spoken such words over the centuries: “Child of God and child of the covenant, I baptize you in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.” It is a phrase that has been intoned in the most solemn of christenings in the highest and holiest cathedral churches of the world, and whispered at furtive services of baptism in the hidden yet faithful churches of China and ancient Rome. It has been spoken in makeshift settings by riverbanks, and beside hospital gurneys, next to tiny bowls of water and on the shores of mighty seas. It is a phrase that says and promises much more than the person saying it can possibly foresee, or the person receiving the words can fully comprehend.

I sometimes have to smile when I am asked – as I often am – whether baptism shouldn’t wait until the “age of understanding,” when a child is 10 or 12 years old and can make his or her own confession of faith. While I can appreciate the hope that a confession of faith will some day be made by all the children of the church, I smile at the thought of some coming “age of understanding,” a chronological threshold by which time we will somehow comprehend what God is up to in the whole business of baptism. Even after years of considering what we are doing in the sacrament of baptism, I don’t pretend to understand it’s mystery fully, any more than I claim to know the whole of the mind of God.

Why does baptism matter? What are the voices speaking at baptism trying to say? A little drip of water, a few mumbled words? Baptism matters because it is a reminder that we are who God says we are, regardless what anyone else may say about us. Baptismal voices remind us that our true identity is not what we may choose for ourselves or what others may ascribe to us, but what God has chosen about us, and his word about us is always, “child of the covenant...” That is one reason baptism matters.

Scholars remind us that in Genesis,[1] the opening of that great first book of the Bible is no abstract statement about the origin of the universe. Genesis was committed to writing around the sixth century B.C., and was addressed to despairing people, exiled in Babylon, words telling of the God who comes to them, who can make what is good out of what is chaotic.

Scripture gives voice to a passionate declaration that God can be trusted even against contemporary data which includes every such human experience of dislocation and abandonment: sickness, poverty, homelessness, disease, injustice, unemployment, loneliness, warfare. The opening sentence of Genesis should be read with the emphasis placed not upon the object of creation – in the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth – but upon the subject: In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. Affirming that to be true, what force could ultimately displace us?

We have all been thinking for many years now of those service men and women who continue on duty at this very moment on foreign soil, near to biblical Babylon, knowing that it takes only the slightest misstep, the merest provocation to begin an avalanche of fire raining down all over themselves and those around them. Why does baptism matter? Water baptism stands at this very time and gives voice to the truth that God is Lord, no matter to what lengths our world may go in denying it.

Does anyone else remember the film of a few years ago, called Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? Viewing that film was the first time I ever heard the song “I Went Down to the River to Pray” that was arranged as the choir’s anthem today.[2] Seeing the river baptism scene in the movie, or any baptism on any given Sunday, we might be given to wonder, why does baptism matter?

I recall finding one answer to that question in a Flannery O’Conner short story, “The River.” In the story, a woman named Mrs. Connin is employed to care for the son of some wealthy but distant and uncaring parents. The boy’s mother is sick one day, and so Mrs. Connin takes the boy off to a riverside baptismal service of her church. Standing on the riverbank, they hear the preacher warning the crowd that if they’ve come for an easy miracle, if they’ve come to leave their pain in the river, they’ve come for the wrong reasons. “There ain’t but one river,” he declares, “and that’s the River of Life, made out of Jesus’ blood. It’s a river of pain, itself, to be washed away slow...”

Suddenly Mrs. Connin lifts the boy up in the air and asks the preacher to pray for the boy’s mother. But then, embarrassed, she whispers to the preacher that she suspects the boy has never been baptized, and the preacher commands her to hand the boy to him. “Do you want to be baptized?” he asks him. And when the boy says yes, he responds... “You won’t be the same again. You’ll count!

Why is baptism important? It is a visible and verbal sign that we “count” to the people who stood with us, who stand behind us, for whom we stand, to all the people who name the Name by which our names matter, and most important of all, that we count to that One who was one day baptized by John into a ministry that would serve to save us all. That riverside preacher was right. When we know fully and finally what Jesus has done for us, we are never the same again. We count.

Jesus was baptized one bright day. I can hardly think that he ever again walked by the banks of the Jordan River – or any river – without thinking about that day when the skies opened and he heard the voice of God declaring his love and confidence. Today, if you happen to pass by the baptismal font, think on its water and remember that Jesus was chosen by God and baptized – and so are you; that God has chosen you, that his very word to and about you was once spoken over you “in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.” You will never be the same again. You count.

Amen.

Copyright © 2012 Robert J. Elder, all rights reserved


[1] Walter Brueggemann, Genesis, Interpretation Commentary series, John Knox Press, 1982, pp. 24-25.

[2] “Down To The River To Pray ,” © 2001 Lost Highway Records, a Universal Music Company, Performed by Alison Krauss.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Worth the Wait

Worth the Wait

Luke 2:1-20

copyright © 2011, Robert J. Elder, Pastor

First Presbyterian Church, Vancouver, Washington

Christmas Day, December 25, 2011

I bring you good news of great joy for all people:

to you is born this day ... a Savior...

Church doesn’t get much more joyful than this, does it? Christmas Day! and on a Sunday! Our scripture speaks of joy, as well as our other carols today. How could this service have possibly started with any other carol:

From Nazareth to Bethlehem

the far-off king sent Joe and Mim

traipsing down the country courses

riding mules, no rides on horses

money for king August raising

building roads with no delaying

“Tax all folks! No compromising!”

he decreed, most days, on rising

but people, mostly, made the trek

to get enrolled, and send a check

to pay for Rome’s grandest highways

rocks and concrete, roads and byways

Mary rode where old Joe’s feet tread

all the way to King Dave’s homestead

old Bethlehem, that’s where they went

it’s what they knew the gov’nor meant

they plodded slowly, not to race

except that there, on Mary’s face

old Joe saw squinting, wincing, pain

once, twice, three times, and then again!

he knew the child in Mary’s womb

was ready now to come, and soon!

on his way, precious baby boy

Jesus, the full-fledged child of joy

just in time, they got the spot right

Jesus Christ was cradled that night

all wrapped up and warm for sleep

set in a hay box, near the sheep

from sky above, going bonkers

nearby shepherds saw the honkers

angels, that’s just what they all were

singing, shouting ‘bout God’s favor

“Glory! GLORY!” they were saying

“Peace for which you’re always praying;

Here it is! That’s what we’re telling

can’t just say it without yelling!”

then, as fast as they had started

all the angels soon departed

the shepherds, too, got on their way

respects for child and mom to pay

Mary, Joseph, with the cattle

stood by Jesus ‘mid the prattle

of those shepherds’ story-telling

which they did now, (with no yelling)

all were amazed, each astounded

shepherds’ tales told, stories sounded

but Mary, stood, off to one side

thinking things, things like the long ride

down those rough roads, to Bethlehem

more roads to go, before they end

who knew back then, how Jesus saves

who knew the whats, the whens and ways?

no one, that’s who, but God on high

God knew for sure, this is the guy

Jesus, baby, in a manger

to bring folks home, not as strangers

but as fam’ly, all, God’s dear ones

short and tall ones, big and small ones

young and old ones, scared and bold ones

dark or tan ones, white as sand ones

all, that is the perfect number

God is thinking, when we slumber

dreaming sweet dreams of Christmas day

God loves each one in just this way

which is the point, of Christmas time

a lot of trouble, all to find

it’s no mirage, from things we ate

but miracle, well worth the wait

so tell it near and tell it far,

so wise kings foll’wing shining stars

and folks from all lands in between

come and see what we all have seen

Christ is born say hallelujah!

bringing great gifts here, right to ya’

all we need do is receive them

to be brothers, sisters to him

take them all now, those gifts, abroad

‘til all the earth will hear the laud

and honor to our Christ the King

on whom our deepest hopes take wing.

Amen.

Copyright © 2011 Robert J. Elder, all rights reserved

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Lead Gently

Lead Gently

by Robert J. Elder

Second Sunday in Advent: December 4, 2011

Mark 1:1-8

Isaiah 40:1-11

He will feed his flock like a shepherd;

he will gather the lambs in his arms,

and carry them in his bosom,

and gently lead the mother sheep.

Of the scripture to be proclaimed over the four Sundays of Advent, the reading from Isaiah is one passage that seems custom-made for those who may be spending their pre-Christmas days wishing they could go to sleep tonight and not wake up until December 26th, those for whom the word “Christmas” and all it brings to mind are just misery stacked on hopelessness. It is a prophecy for those who dread encountering Currier & Ives Christmas scenes of happy hearths in comfortable homes where families love each other in perfect harmony, those who want to weep for the ways in which their Christmas will fall so miserably short of that unrelenting vision.

This is a section of prophecy in Isaiah that recalls the desperate and hopeless plight of the Chosen People in exile. To give it a modem twist – since the geography is virtually the same – it is as if the prophet identified completely with suffering exiles in modern Iraq, in the very same land where several thousand years ago, the remains of the nation of Israel withered away by the banks of the rivers of Babylon and longed for Zion.

This is the sort of desperation and hopelessness that Isaiah understood when, even as God called him to prophesy comfort to his people, he called out words any homecoming queen might say, looking at her corsage three weeks after the big event: “All flesh is grass...the grass withers, the flower fades!” The Chosen People were caught up in the temporary nature of human life, they began to see their destiny as entirely controlled by the transience that governs human life in general, and their lives in particular. Just as countless nations before and after them – like once mighty Egypt, Assyria, Greece, Rome, Nazi Germany – they were a once-great nation that was destined to perish: all flesh is grass.

We know the feeling, most of us. And if we don’t know it yet, there will come a day when we will. Even though we may have known halcyon days when we were part of perfect families that gathered for perfect holidays – may know such days even now – we also know how true it is that such experiences do not last. Perhaps more often than we care to admit, we live in fear of the day when we will awaken to realize that an end of warm and happy home scenes has come true for us. In the final analysis, the fleeting nature of happy days often does not make them seem more precious – as we might like to think – but all the more depressing for their transience. A child, once the joy of our hearts, now perished and gone; a home, which once rang with the voices of aunts, uncles and cousins, now relentlessly silent in their absence; a set of bedrooms in a home, once filled with children and pre-Christmas bustle and excitement, now silent; a career which once offered such promise, now lying in tatters as we turn in despair to see about picking up the pieces. All this while everyone around us seems to be singing “tidings of comfort and joy“. What comfort? What joy? Why not depression instead?

“Comfort my people, says your God. Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and cry to her that her period of conscription has ended, her iniquity is forgiven.”

No wonder Isaiah balked at this command and tried to remind God that people are like grass, nations are like flowers that grow, blossom, then fade away. We may be so accustomed to hearing this beautiful passage in connection with Christmas and the singing of the music of Handel’s Messiah that we forget that it is a thoroughly Old Testament word. It is a word addressed to real people suffering real hardship; a people for whom the Messiah had not yet come. It is a word for people longing to regain the sort of balance John Calvin was thinking of when he wrote once that there are two great sins of humanity: one is to presume too much; the other is to despair too much. The truth seems to lie in that thin line between the two extremes.

While we may live in an age of presumption which supposes that human wisdom and technology will overcome every stumbling block, the people of Israel in the time of Isaiah had been in darkness, had veered away from presumption and were nearly given over entirely to despair. It was the deepest darkness we can imagine. And into that darkness came the word. Though the grass withers, the flower fades,

one thing remains

and the following nine words save the next fifteen chapters of Isaiah from being a despairing rehash of the suffering and laments of Job, transforming this prophecy instead into a towering testament of faith:

but the word of our God will stand forever.

I think it is marvelous that in granting this prophecy to Isaiah God did not attempt to erase the experience of the people. It nowhere says that your suffering does not exist, that your experience is not real, God does not deny the reality of the hardships we can experience, our causes for despair. Isaiah was called simply to declare that on top and underneath and all around the ever-changing realities of this world – both good and bad – there is something which stands, something which persists, something which lives on, something which cannot be defeated.

The word of God does not depend on Israel; Israel depends on the word of God. We can replace the name, “Israel” with any other name, and that sentence works just as well:

• The word of God does not depend on Rob; Rob depends on the word of God.

• The word of God does not depend on First Presbyterian Church; First Presbyterian Church depends on the word of God.

• The word of God does not depend on the good we can do; the good we can do depends on the word of God.

• The word of God does not depend on the Dow Jones average; the Dow Jones average depends on the word of God...

Remember all that Israel had lost in Isaiah’s day: land, nation, king, temple and the worship that took place there. All of it was lost tragically, brutally, finally. Even so, without any of the physical features of that which makes a people – land, government, temple – they still retained the word of God. Not a word as merely some words collected in a book, but the living Word of God to which a book may testify, and which, like the person of Jesus, has a life of its own.

Advent moves us toward Christmas well only if it moves us closer and closer to a recognition of our utter neediness before God. We are made increasingly ready for Christmas only if Advent makes us ever more aware that in the midst of all the impermanence of life, all the contingencies which are forever stripping us of that which we had hoped would last forever, there stands the abiding and purposeful Word of God, which the carol says is “now in flesh appearing.” It is the sort of truth which caused John to reflect in the opening of his gospel, “In the beginning was the Word...” There is something about God’s Word that goes beyond words, beyond books containing words, proceeding directly and unmistakably into life as we live it.

If it reminds us of anything, Advent reminds us that Christmas brings us not just one more nice feature among many other wonderful aspects of our faith but the single fact that saves us, the child who came in time to save the day, Jesus – word made flesh – without whom all was lost and irrecoverable. God is not silent, absent, uncaring. Quite the contrary. God is one who does for his people as outlined in the four verbs in the 11th verse: “He will feed his flock like a shepherd, he will gather the lambs in his arms, he will carry them in his bosom, and gently lead those that are with young. God feeds, gathers, carries, and gently leads.

The watchfulness of Advent implies this kind of care, the care of a nourishing, gathering, carrying, gently leading God who provides that ultimate hope which we cannot provide for ourselves out of our own passing strength.

One last thing I ask myself as I read this passage from Isaiah. I have some acquaintance with Old Testament history, and so I have often wondered how it was that Isaiah was able to speak these words before anything had happened to resolve the dilemmas facing Israel: before the exiled people actually returned to the Promised Land, long before they could go home and build a new temple. In the face of all that which weighed against them, Isaiah’s words sound as if the Word of God had already accomplished the rescue of this people from exile, as if the final salvation had already been accomplished, but I know that this is not true. How, then, could Isaiah utter such words of profound hope?

The advent, the coming of God, was to be proclaimed, then as it is to be today, even if its final consummation still lay in the future. In the end of the passage, praise is called for from the people as if help had already come, because the promise of God is as good as the execution of it. The promise that Jesus made to his disciples to be with them to the close of the age is every bit as good as if the close of the age were here today to prove him right. The full faith and confidence of the government of the United States is expressed in every dollar bill as a promissory note. How much more confident, then, should be the praise of the people of God upon receiving the promises of God?

A promise is to be born to us in this season, a promise like no other, a promise that will speak right to the heart of the most aching need we can lay before the throne of God if only we will have the courage to face that need and make our prayer known.

“‘Comfort, comfort my people,’ says your God. ‘Speak tenderly to Jerusalem,’” to Vancouver, to Ridgefield, to Portland, to Jerry to Vicki to Martha to Rick to Joe to Helen to every single Tom, Dick and Harriett, proclaiming confidently to them all that iniquity is pardoned, that the word of God will be born among them and will stand when everything else has fallen. This is a promise. We can rely on it. We can proclaim it to others. Hope is coming to birth in the world in Jesus Christ.

copyright © 2011, Robert J. Elder, all rights reserved