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Advent:
The arrival of a notable person, thing, or event.
Slant:
Slope or lean in a particular direction;
diverge or cause to diverge from the vertical or horizontal.
PART I
In the Company of Zachariah: Sobering up Wanderlust
The Advent Story - Luke 1:1-25
I remember clearly the first time sweet Caitlin flew home to Gander, Newfoundland with me. After
months of telling her stories of home - what it’s like growing up on the ocean, my friends and the
parties we’d throw - I couldn’t wait to show her it all. We first stopped in St. John’s. She was captured
by The Narrows and the city's rugged yet beautiful terrain. From there we made our way to
Twillingate where we spotted whales, fished for cod, and searched through seaweed for crab. She was
enchanted and together we could almost feel the earth's lungs inhaling and exhaling as we explored.
After a few days it was time to go to Gander (where my parents live) and spend some time at home. We
all had to run to the Gander Mall to pick something up which was one of Caitlin’s first times driving
through the town, and she didn’t say much. I remember walking down the mall's one shabby hall,
dimly lit by mediocre fluorescent lights. After walking into Dollarama she turned to me and asked the
iconic, perfect question that summed it all up: “so, this is it?”
These words are the starting place for understanding the conditions in which the advent story comes
to us. Zachariah and Elizabeth, the father and mother of a kid named John (nicknamed “the baptizer”)
lived everyday lives in everyday conditions. Neither Zachariah or Elizabeth drew much attention to
themselves. Zachariah did shift work as one of the priests at the temple in town, rehearsing inherited
prayers and traditions day after day for years. Elizabeth at this point in her life had aged, and like many
of us had complications health wise - she couldn’t conceive children. They would have lived their lives
walking the same few streets, they would have had their preferred places for produce and goods, they
would have known the weather patterns of the seasons and the slang that was spoken day by day. It
was the same old, same old in their neighbourhood, and they were only getting older themselves.
At the centre of Jesus’ stories, his way of life, and his teachings on prayer is the phrase, “on e arth as it is
in heaven”. I can almost hear Zachariah, Elizabeth, and Caitlin say together, “so, this is it?” So much of
our lives are lived in discontent with the conditions we find ourselves in - our jobs, our family
situations, expensive living in Toronto, a pandemic. Yet, according to Jesus who was yet to be born at
this point in the advent story, it is precisely in our everyday conditions that heaven bursts out of the
earth; right where you are, this is it!
It is no coincidence that while Zachariah is punching the clock, working a shift, living another
mundane moment that an angel bursts out of thin air and floods the underwhelming workplace. The
angel lets Zachariah know that in these everyday, ordinary, and at times boring conditions his barren
wife will have a child, John!
This Christmas, as many of us are tired of being in our tiny apartments a nd confined spaces, repeating
the same routines, and longing for community, I want to say to you that it’s in these exact conditions -
through the prayer “on earth as it is in heaven” - that heaven will burst out of the least likely and
ordinary places of your life.
Zacharaiah had his doubts. As the angel gave him the news, you can almost picture him looking
around where he has found himself everyday for years, under old and tired conditions and asking the
angel, “so, this is it?”
Yes, Zachariah, this is it. Heaven bursting out of the earth in the simple and everyday. Truly, truly.
“Yes, I see it all now…”
PART II
In the Company of Mary: The Imagination of a Wildflower
The Advent Story - Luke 1: 26-56
If Mary was any other woman, there would be no Jesus Christ of Nazareth as we know him today -
light of the world,
prince of peace,
hope of the ages,
the first resurrected.
There may have been a Jesus or another Saviour incarnate, but not Mary’s son.
There may have been a birth, but not the manger delivery room scene in Bethlehem.
There may have been a lover, but not Joseph who raised Jesus in the craft of carpentry.
Without Mary, the fabric of the Jesus story would be dramatically different.
Without Mary, there would be no us - as it is her son specifically that we spend our lives becoming,
knowing, listening to, following, and loving.
Without Mary, there is no Jesus who was raised alongside James, Joses, Judas, and Simon and his
sisters.
If God can see and know the entirety of everything, all at once - all of creation, space, time, all of
history yet the full present, every little bit of every single person and thing - w
hat was it about Mary
that popped out amongst it all? The only logical conclusion I can make is that there is something about
her that God wanted to become like when he became human, moved into the neighbourhood.
The way Jesus meandered through his days has always captivated me, at times more than anything else
about him. He never rushed or floated by being detached from his neighbours, cultural moment, or
the moment at hand. He was attentive, curious, and full of wonder in regards to commonly
overlooked people and places and it was in these places specifically he brought heaven bursting out of
the earth! For all his metaphors to understand reality through: death and life, seeds and fruit, goats and
sheep, lamps and wine - I’m always struck by Jesus’ appreciation of the wildflowers (Matthew 6).
Wildflowers are everywhere, common, leaping through cement behind convenient stores, decorating
and dancing along the coast of the Great Lakes, popping their heads most everywhere. But what is it
about wildflowers that captivated Jesus? After years of frolicking through the wildflowers myself at the
invitation of Jesus, I can’t help but wonder if it’s that in unlikely places, the unseen ebbs and flows of
the everyday, wildflowers live “careless in the care of God” receiving the present moment and
conditions for what they are, as they come, not letting them pass by. Wildflowers embrace their place
in the world and don’t seek attention or cause a scene. They are always ready and present to receive,
whether it be along a neighbour’s fence or deep into the mysteries of the wild. They are extraordinary
and resilient, yet easily missed - as so much of life and God is. Preoccupation, discontentment, and
hurry distract or rush us past the mysteries of heaven on earth in everyday life, in ordinary places and
people. In learning to pay attention to the wildflowers it opened up my imagination to a world of
remarkable beauty in the easily overlooked and unlikely terrains.
I have a feeling Mary knew the wildflowers by name, the lilacs and sunflowers native to her
neighbourhood. She wasn’t hurried or rushed or trying to get onto the next thing or person. She
seemed to be well practiced in being present in the conditions at hand, able to receive it the moment
for what it is. When this stranger, Gabriel, bursts on the scene speaking God’s vast and unfathomable
plan, she was in no rush, was not preoccupied, and did not fear. She was so at home in the moment, so
rooted by trust that when the glow of an angel of heaven hit her eyes her natural response was to listen,
ask a question, and receive the moment. Like the wildflowers and like Jesus, Mary didn’t rush through
the everyday and she wasn’t preoccupied with being elsewhere. Every person, place, and thing was hers
to receive and in all of it, she discovered the gifts of God right in front of her nose.
Mary, the wildflower, is what I think God did not want Jesus or us to miss.