2nd Sunday of Advent Year C

Advent 2C December 9, 2018 I’ve always liked to think of Advent as a season for nesting. It’s like the season in the life of a woman about to give birth when she is torn between times of a quiet listening and inward looking and times of frenzied activity of preparation—trying to get the home ready for the baby’s arrival. For me, Advent is the spiritual equivalent of this. (I often have to remind myself of this when I find myself doing seemingly crazy things during Advent that are the spiritual equivalent of a 8 and a half months pregnant woman climbing a ladder to try to clean the ceiling fans.) I was struck this week by two different readings. The first is the Old Testament reading from the prophet Malachi. Now, I can’t remember the last time I read the book Malachi—probably seminary. It is short-only 4 chapters. It’s placed as the very last book in the Old Testament. It is written by an unknown person. (The name Malachi means “my messenger,” which is the chief theme of the book.) It is written to the very diverse and restored community of Israel about 100 years after they have been returned from exile. The writer’s chief concern is with upholding covenants: the covenant between God and Israel; the covenant between God and the priestly class (aka the “sons of Levi”); and the covenant between husband and wife in marriage. The writer accuses the people that all these covenants have been and continue to be violated; he promises God will send a messenger to prepare the way for God’s coming and to purify all, so that they may be once again pleasing to the Lord. Change is a-comin’, the writer of Malachi promises. Most of us feel both excitement and apprehension when we know change is coming. Close your eyes for a moment and thing about what are you most excited about in your life, in your faith right now? What are you most apprehensive about? Advent is a time to dwell in both of those emotions—excitement and apprehension—and to try to be open to what may come, what ways we may be changed. The second reading I was struck by this week is a poem by Mary Oliver titled “Making the House Ready for the Lord.” Dear Lord, I have swept and I have washed but still nothing is as shining as it should be for you. Under the sink, for example, is an uproar of mice - it is the season of their many children. What shall I do? And under the eaves and through the walls the squirrels have gnawed their ragged entrances - but it is the season when they need shelter, so what shall I do? And the raccoon limps into the kitchen and opens the cupboard while the dog snores, the cat hugs the pillow; what shall I do? Beautiful is the new snow falling in the yard and the fox who is staring boldly up the path, to the door. And still I believe you will come, Lord: you will, when I speak to the fox, the sparrow, the lost dog, the shivering sea-goose, know that really I am speaking to you whenever I say, as I do all morning and afternoon: Come in, Come in. This Advent, can you imagine your soul as a house that has been cleaned, but could probably, always, use more cleaning out, more purifying. What in your soul or in your life is the Uproar of mice? What are the squirrels who have gnawed their ragged entrances? What is the raccoon who limps boldly past sleeping dogs and cats? And what are the sleeping dogs and cats? How do your excitements and your apprehensions fit into these characters in your soul that is a house awaiting the Lord’s coming?