The final Advent reflection, sent this morning to my email list. If you'd like to subscribe and haven't, click here. Blessings of the Season to you...
I love so-called "Freudian slips"---those mistakes in speech that often uncover an unexpected meaning or layer of humor. But I'm not sure I want to give Sigmund Freud the credit---rather, these flubs often seem the work of that holy trickster, the Spirit of God.
One of my favorites happened several years ago at a church conference. During a prayer before communion, the speaker meant to say "love is stronger than death." Instead, whether because of a typo in the script or an error on her part, she said, "love is stranger than death."
And I thought, Yes. That's the heart of the Christian story, isn't it? Love does not follow the rules as we understand them. Love has its own illogical logic, that of grace and new life. It's truly strange, is it not, that the God who created nebulas and quarks and manatees and sequoias decided to pour into the flesh of a human being, live for a time, die without putting up a fight... and then three days later, that person’s heart starts beating again, neurons begin firing, breath pumps in and out of resurrected lungs. It makes no sense. It is strange.
And it's here at Christmas that that strange love has its beginning---with an unmarried peasant girl, a confused fiance, a birth in a cave, and a bunch of simple shepherds, mouths gaping open at the holy surprise of the thing.
God became a human being. Amazing. And that's the story we participate in this Christmas.
Today James gave me another slip of the Holy Spirit. For some reason, we were talking about what time it was, and he said, It's heaven o'clock.
Whether he meant to say seven, or eleven, or was simply making a rhyming joke by saying "heaven," I'll never know, because he saw my absolute delight at the phrase and repeated it again and again. That's what time it is, in this season of Advent expectation, as the hour grows close when Christ will be born in our hearts again. It's God's opportune moment. It's kairos time. It's heaven o'clock.
I told the small crowd at our Blue Christmas service last night how perplexing it is to me, that the first day of winter would also be the day that the days start getting longer. I understand it geologically. But spiritually it seems all wrong. You'd think that (here in the northern hemisphere anyway) the coldest season of the year would also be the one with the least amount of daylight. But no---all winter long, even while many of us experience colder and colder temperatures, the light is returning, bit by little bit each day. It's a holy disconnect, but one I find tremendously hopeful. Even when we feel discouraged or spiritually cold, even when we shiver against the darkness and pull our blankets and cloaks tight around us, the light is making its slow, relentless way back into the world.
Check your watches, folks---it's heaven o'clock. Love makes its way toward us again. Thanks be to God for that good, strange news.
I wish you all a most Merry Christmas.