Third Friday of Advent
Scripture Reading for Today:
2 Samuel 6:12-19
12 Then King David was told, “The Lord has blessed Obed-edom’s household and everything he has because of the Ark of God.” So David went there and brought the Ark of God from the house of Obed-edom to the City of David with a great celebration. 13 After the men who were carrying the Ark of the Lord had gone six steps, David sacrificed a bull and a fattened calf. 14 And David danced before the Lord with all his might, wearing a priestly garment. 15 So David and all the people of Israel brought up the Ark of the Lord with shouts of joy and the blowing of rams’ horns. 16 But as the Ark of the Lord entered the City of David, Michal, the daughter of Saul, looked down from her window. When she saw King David leaping and dancing before the Lord, she was filled with contempt for him. 17 They brought the Ark of the Lord and set it in its place inside the special tent David had prepared for it. And David sacrificed burnt offerings and peace offerings to the Lord. 18 When he had finished his sacrifices, David blessed the people in the name of the Lord of Heaven’s Armies. 19 Then he gave to every Israelite man and woman in the crowd a loaf of bread, a cake of dates, and a cake of raisins. Then all the people returned to their homes.
New Living Translation (NLT)
Psalm 89:1-4, 19-26
A maskil of Ethan the Ezrahite.I will sing of the Lord’s loyal love forever. I will proclaim your faithfulness with my own mouth from one generation to the next. 2 That’s why I say, “Your loyal love is rightly built—forever! You establish your faithfulness in heaven.” 3 You said, “I made a covenant with my chosen one; I promised my servant David: 4 ‘I will establish your offspring forever; I will build up your throne from one generation to the next.’” Selah
19 Once you spoke in a vision to your faithful servants: I placed a crown on a strong man. I raised up someone specially chosen from the people. 20 I discovered my servant David. I anointed him with my holy oil. 21 My hand will sustain him— yes, my arm will strengthen him! 22 No enemy will oppress him; no wicked person will make him suffer. 23 I will crush all his foes in front of him. I will strike down all those who hate him. 24 My faithfulness and my loyal love will be with him. He will be strengthened by my name. 25 I will set his hand on the sea. I will set his strong hand on the rivers. 26 He will cry out to me: “You are my father, my God, the rock of my salvation.”
Common English Bible (CEB)
Hebrews 1:5-14
The Son Is Greater Than the Angels5 For God never said to any angel what he said to Jesus: “You are my Son. Today I have become your Father.” God also said, “I will be his Father, and he will be my Son.” 6 And when he brought his supreme Son into the world, God said, “Let all of God’s angels worship him.” 7 Regarding the angels, he says, “He sends his angels like the winds, his servants like flames of fire.” 8 But to the Son he says, “Your throne, O God, endures forever and ever. You rule with a scepter of justice. 9 You love justice and hate evil. Therefore, O God, your God has anointed you, pouring out the oil of joy on you more than on anyone else.” 10 He also says to the Son, “In the beginning, Lord, you laid the foundation of the earth and made the heavens with your hands. 11 They will perish, but you remain forever. They will wear out like old clothing. 12 You will fold them up like a cloak and discard them like old clothing. But you are always the same; you will live forever.” 13 And God never said to any of the angels, “Sit in the place of honor at my right hand until I humble your enemies, making them a footstool under your feet.” 14 Therefore, angels are only servants—spirits sent to care for people who will inherit salvation.
New Living Translation (NLT)
For we will sing of the Lord’s loyal love forever!
Aaron Gerrard, his wife, and three kids call Ancaster, Ontario, home (Treaty 3 1792, Dish with One Spoon). Aaron is the pastor of Ancaster Village Church, a church which he, his family, and a few other crazy dreamers planted in 2012. He shares the story of that church planting journey in his new book from New Leaf Press, Quit Pastoring Your Church. The story of a small church making Jesus their pastor.
For the past few months, I’ve had the privilege of being a part of the New Leaf Network Design Shop, the online edition. While moving the event online had some limitations, it did allow us to have English-to-French translation provided in realtime for our Francophone participants. It was a sight to behold watching our skilled translators work so hard to keep up, and by all accounts, they did an excellent job.
As I watched the translators in their little “Zoom windows” breaking a sweat as they powered through, every once in a while I’d hear a presenter say a word or concept in English that I knew would be a hurdle for the translators to tackle as they moved swiftly along. Anyone who speaks two languages knows that word-for-word translation can be incredibly difficult if not impossible sometimes. To that effect, there is a Latin proverb that states, “Every translator is a traitor.” Words and concepts can get lost in translation.
There is perhaps no greater example of the complexity of translating a word than when it comes to the Hebrew word hesed.
Scholars have puzzled for centuries trying to translate this word into English. It occurs more than 250 times in the Hebrew Scriptures, and yet we have no English word(s) to capture its full essence. The best we can come up with in English is hollow in comparison. The Old Testament translation committee of the New Revised Standard Version of the Bible left the vote on how to translate hesed to the end of their deliberations because of the complex debate. And even then after deciding, as with many translations, the word is not always translated the same way.
Loving-kindness, faithful love, steadfast love, love, kindness, great loyalty, favour, acts of loving-kindness, loyal love: these are just some of the directions translators have gone with this word. The central obstacle with the word is that it can only be understood as describing a relationship that is fundamentally unequal between one (One) who is powerful and one who is powerless. I once had a professor refer to this vastly unequal relationship as “Gracious and generous condescension.” While no one wants condescension, when we’re in a place of total need we don’t mind receiving it. And this is the human circumstance with respect to Yahweh. We cannot demand His relationship; we can only need it. We cannot earn it; it comes because of who he is. What’s amazing is that God owes us nothing, and yet he still comes and demonstrates his hesed. And hesed is always an act — always a demonstration. And while the English word “love” is a powerful word, it’s not nearly powerful enough to do hesed justice.
In today’s readings from Psalm 89 we find hesed in a few places. The worship and thanksgiving which introduce the Psalm are centred in it.
I will sing of the Lord’s loyal love forever. I will proclaim your faithfulness with my own mouth from one generation to the next. That’s why I say, “Your loyal love is rightly built—forever! You establish your faithfulness in heaven.” (CEB)
It is that same excitement and adoration which we clearly see depicted in the story of dancing David in 2 Samuel 6. Overcome in worship to the extent that some even found it unworthy of a king’s, David’s response can only be understood in the light hesed. The unfettered, unadulterated, undeserved loving acts of God will do that to you. When we can even slightly grasp God’s loyal love, it wrecks us. It leaves us, in a very real sense, looking for words.
Which is exactly the sort of feeling I sense the author of Hebrews is wrestling with in chapter one. The God known as Yahweh is now made known in and through his son, the Christ. That same hesed which Yahweh poured out is now in and pouring out through Jesus. Not an angel, or any other lofty being or person, for that matter. No, this is the Son of God, the fully divine and fully human man from the line of David, in whom we see coming back in Psalm 89:24, “My faithfulness and my loyal love will be with him.” (CEB)
All the fullness and complexity of God’s hesed now in Jesus…what’s our response to that? How do we respond to this Son of God who is unique among all others? What can we do in light of receiving God’s hesed through Jesus? Do we take a page out of David’s book? Do a little dancing? Play some music? Pass out some food and have a party?
Yes, I think so, actually.
Sounds a little like Christmas. This year, in the midst of your festivities, even with all of the odd COVID-related realities, as best you can, try at least once to cut loose in worship. In fact, if there was ever a year to party and worship in the face of adversity, this might be it. So get a bit undignified. Give your soul some celebration. Raise a drink, crank some Boney M, bust a move, eat great food, and invite others to join you over Zoom. Ha! For we will sing of the Lord’s loyal love forever!
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I’ve been there. Often.
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I lost hope this Christmas season.
I didn’t mean to, in fact, I’m not even sure where exactly I lost it.
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Our second son was born mid-January, and the December before he arrived was a Christmas season like no other. I grew up familiar with the contours of the Christmas Story: the stable, angels, shepherds and wisemen. I’ve heard (and preached) many sermons about the miracle and wonder of it all, God-with-us!
But that Christmas was something special.
My children are heavy in my lap, three and six years old, cozy on our couch watching televised British people bake. These children snuggle into me. Their heads smell of shampoo and the faint sweaty sweetness of outdoor play in toques….
The strong was made vulnerable, made helpless, made refugee, and made all with the authority and the backing of the God of the universe. The King is coming, and sometimes the hope of the coming King catches my breath and all time around me stops….
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The Christmas Eve candlelight service is about to begin. After a day of unsuccessfully trying to avoid meltdowns from over-excited kids, running to the store for one last bag of milk, and racking your brain to remember where on earth you stashed those gifts you bought back in August, you sink wearily into the pew.
Reading Scripture can be tricky. I think we often fall into a trap when we read about the lives of our spiritual fore-parents. We sit in our comfortable armchairs with our leather-bound book filled with crisp, white pages and wonder to ourselves how “they” could be so foolish and unfaithful. Of course, if we could put ourselves in their places we would know how gritty and difficult their faith journeys actually were.
When we scroll through social media for the 18th time, or listen to the latest news events, it’s often draining. The world sounds like a mess with no end in sight and we–WE–are a part of it. The messy part.
When we scroll through social media for the 18th time, or listen to the latest news events, it’s often draining. The world sounds like a mess with no end in sight and we–WE–are a part of it. The messy part.
I grew up in a congregation with a deep love of choral music. For many years, I joined the men’s choir to sing at the Christmas Eve Candlelight service because I always looked forward to singing Es ist ein Ros’ entsprugen (Lo, How a Rose e’er Blooming) in four-part male harmony.
The first theologian who introduced me to the concept of Advent being something other than an effervescent, sparkling, anticipation-filled countdown to Christmas, was the Rev. Fleming Rutledge. As I watched a recording of her declaring ”The significance of the birth of Jesus Christ will forever elude us if we are unable to take an inventory of the gravity of the human condition”, something in me said a quiet yes.
I hadn’t been home for Christmas in five years.
It was December 23, 2008, and I vibrated with excitement as we exited our car in the Orlando Airport parking garage. My husband was wrestling luggage from the trunk as I unstrapped our toddler from his car seat. In just a few short hours, this little guy would be spending Christmas with his grandparents for the very first time.
The liturgical season of Advent is a space where the mixed emotions of longing and grief are given space to sit in tension. In contrast to the “Christmas season” filled with Christmas parties, one more gift exchange to buy a gift for, hunting for the most desired gift on a child’s wishlist and preparing far more food than is good for many of us. Creating space for the tension between what we long for and the struggles that are immediately before us is a delicate task.
In the Christian tradition, Advent is a season of great hope and possibility. God has come to dwell among human beings, setting in motion something new and mysterious – the kingdom of heaven emerging in our earthly dimension.
“I don’t know, but they did it. They’ve done it before and they did it tonight and they’ll do it again and when they do it—seems that only children weep,” I hear these words spoken from the backstage, where I stand, waiting in the wings for my next cue. I watch Marie, who is playing Scout Finch lean her head against Atticus, and I see the shine of tears in the eyes of the audience in the first row. Tonight, as with each previous performance, we all weep. The story doesn’t end as we expect; it’s all gone terribly wrong.
In the sparkly season of Christmas, I often feel out of sync when life is stressful or dark or just full of emotions. I know that Christmas can be full of happiness for many people, but sometimes I just feel the pressure to do Christmas “right” when I can’t muster up the requisite joy on my own.
Today’s reading in Isaiah is such a clear picture of a world I want to be a part of. Isaiah invites us to imagine a future in which God’s reign is at the centre of our world. A future where God’s judgment, true and just, begins to settle the disputes of many peoples.
Tomorrow is the beginning of Advent. Here on the New Leaf Blog, we are going to be journeying through Advent together with writers from across Canada. The New Leaf Network is a Canadian network spread across this northern country.