the First Friday of Advent
Scripture Reading for Today:
Malachi 3:13-18
13 “You have spoken arrogantly against me,” says the Lord. “Yet you ask, ‘What have we said against you?’ 14 “You have said, ‘It is futile to serve God. What do we gain by carrying out his requirements and going about like mourners before the Lord Almighty? 15 But now we call the arrogant blessed. Certainly evildoers prosper, and even when they put God to the test, they get away with it.’” 16 Then those who feared the Lord talked with each other, and the Lord listened and heard. A scroll of remembrance was written in his presence concerning those who feared the Lord and honored his name. 17 “On the day when I act,” says the Lord Almighty, “they will be my treasured possession. I will spare them, just as a father has compassion and spares his son who serves him. 18 And you will again see the distinction between the righteous and the wicked, between those who serve God and those who do not.
Philippians 1:18b-26
18 Yes, and I will continue to rejoice, 19 for I know that through your prayers and God’s provision of the Spirit of Jesus Christ what has happened to me will turn out for my deliverance. 20 I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death. 21 For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. 22 If I am to go on living in the body, this will mean fruitful labor for me. Yet what shall I choose? I do not know! 23 I am torn between the two: I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better by far; 24 but it is more necessary for you that I remain in the body. 25 Convinced of this, I know that I will remain, and I will continue with all of you for your progress and joy in the faith, 26 so that through my being with you again your boasting in Christ Jesus will abound on account of me.
Luke 1:68-79
68 “Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel, because he has come to his people and redeemed them. 69 He has raised up a horn of salvation for us in the house of his servant David 70 (as he said through his holy prophets of long ago), 71 salvation from our enemies and from the hand of all who hate us— 72 to show mercy to our ancestors and to remember his holy covenant, 73 the oath he swore to our father Abraham: 74 to rescue us from the hand of our enemies, and to enable us to serve him without fear 75 in holiness and righteousness before him all our days. 76 And you, my child, will be called a prophet of the Most High; for you will go on before the Lord to prepare the way for him, 77 to give his people the knowledge of salvation through the forgiveness of their sins, 78 because of the tender mercy of our God, by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven 79 to shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the path of peace.”
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The Only Thing Left to Do
Brigette VanHuisstede is passionate about using her words to encourage others and point people to Jesus. She is wife to Paul, mom to four energetic kids, a home educator, and a cancer-survivor who loves hiking, reading, writing, and sipping Bengal Spice tea. Brigette has her honours degree in English Literature and is actively involved with the Mercy Christian Church plant in downtown Hamilton, ON.
Some things in life cannot be rushed.
Hasn’t our experience with COVID and all its associated uncertainties taught us that? We’ve been tentatively trudging our way out of isolations, shut-downs, and cancellations for a while now, and we still don’t know if COVID is over.
Because some things in life cannot be rushed.
Like the healing of broken bones and the healing of the body after surgery.
Like growing up.
Or waiting to hear back from the doctor, the judge, the job interview.
Like the countdown to Christmas day.
Or my youngest son eating his dinner.
Some things in life cannot be rushed and sometimes the only thing left to do is wait.
Waiting stills a person into a state of stasis. It holds you where you are and whispers, “You’re not there….yet.”
When we wait, we look expectantly forward to a changed or new position.
And in the season of Advent, we intentionally put ourselves into a posture of waiting.
Advent is a time of great expectation for Christmas to arrive; of longing to celebrate the birth of Jesus; of eagerly looking forward to the second coming of Christ. It’s a time when many crank up the Christmas carols, deck the halls, and set up the tree. It’s a time to pause and ask ourselves:
Do we know how to wait well?
The lectionary readings for today present three groups of waiting people. Malachi is a letter written to the people of Judah 100 years after they returned from exile in Babylon. In the book of Luke, we meet Zechariah the priest holding his newborn, miraculous son, born to him in his old age. And in his letter to the Philippians, an imprisoned Paul writes encouragement to the people of Philippi. Each passage lends clarity on how to wait better.
Wait with Others (Malachi 3:13-18)
Waiting in solitude is difficult and lonely, but waiting with others shrinks time, lends support, and gives companionship. Hours of traffic jam hold-ups seem shorter when there’s someone to talk to. Biding time while a bone mends is less arduous when people come and visit. And waiting for a judge’s verdict is easier to do with others by our side.
The lectionary passage from Malachi describes two groups of people. The first group metaphorically throws up their hands and scoffs, “It is futile to serve God!” (vs 14). What’s the point? they state in exasperation. By contrast, the second group is characterized as people who fear the LORD; they are a community that communicates their faith with one another. And the LORD notices. He pays attention, he hears them, and he has a book of remembrance written. With tenderness, he claims them by saying, “They shall be mine” (vs 17 in ESV.)
We spend many moments in life waiting, and it’s good to wait with others--but not with just anyone. The company we keep matters.
So how can we wait well?
Don’t wait alone.
Find a community that follows Jesus and talks about their faith. Seek people who are supportive and encouraging; look for fellow believers who will love you, hold you accountable, and build you up.
2. Wait and Remember (Luke 1:60-79)
In Luke 1, we read about the elderly priest known as Zechariah, singing over his newborn son. I like to imagine him cradling the child who will grow up to become John the Baptist, the voice calling from the desert to prepare the way for Jesus.
Zechariah’s song is known as the Benedictus. This is the first time the Bible records him speaking since he was struck dumb by the angel who foretold his son’s birth.
Zechariah’s song praises God for all He has done. “Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel because he has come to his people and redeemed them,” he sings (vs 68). Zechariah recounts a God who is intimate, faithful, active, merciful, and trustworthy. He keeps his promises.
And if this is a God who keeps his promises, then a foundation for confident and expectant hope is laid. Surely He will continue to keep His promises. Radiant with this assurance, Zechariah turns to his baby boy and prophesies, “And you, my child, will be called a prophet of the Most High; for you will go on before the Lord to prepare the way for him.” (vs 76)
Zechariah’s song presents the practice of looking back and remembering in order to look forward and trust. He reflects on God’s promises, sees that they hold true, and is filled with a jubilant and optimistic confidence for the future: “the rising sun will come to us from heaven to shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the path of peace.” (vs 78, 79)
In any season of waiting, looking back and reflecting helps us process. God’s Word constantly urges us to remember (e.g., Psalm 105:5) and often repeats and recounts stories of His faithfulness, capability, and love. That’s because looking back, remembering, and reflecting give us reason to look forward with unshakeable hope.
So look back.
Can you see a God who faithfully kept his promises to His people throughout time? Who kept his promises to you?
Have you felt His loving presence throughout the isolations of COVID?
Do you witness his constancy in the rhythms and beauty of nature?
3.Wait in Contentment (Philippians 1:18b-26)
The book of Philippians is a letter of encouragement written by the apostle Paul from a prison cell. Paul must have been the most irritating prisoner, because he found opportunity and joy wherever he was. When he reflects on whether he would prefer to be released from jail or executed, he makes this powerful statement: “For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.” (vs 21) In Paul’s eyes, he’s in a win-win situation, perhaps belting out “Que Sera Sera” from behind bars because he has learned the secret to contentment.
Later in his letter, he states, “I can do all this through him who gives me strength.” (Phil. 4: 13)
Contentment, Paul shares, is not found in the alignment of perfect circumstances. Nope. Life is way too slippery and ever-changing for us to anchor our hope in things like health, or relationships, or COVID ending, or money, or success. Instead, contentment is found in knowing that no matter what, God.
God is our constant in a whirlwind world of change. God is our strength when we are worn down by weakness. God is our guide when we’re not sure who to believe.
We need to shift our perspective from our circumstances to Him. He is our solid ground, and anchored in Him, we find contentment.
How can you wait better?
Wait in the confidence that, even though life will continually shift and change, God will remain constant forever.
Dear friends, with Advent, a season of waiting has begun.
Let’s cultivate a posture of waiting well.
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BV
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Should I give that person a call, God? A text maybe? Or let them have some space?
Is now the time? Or, God, are you saying to wait?
God, please just show me what to do…
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Joy to the world!
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The subtle invitation of the readings for this second Tuesday of Advent is to “listen.” But, to listen on a Tuesday? Tuesday is a day of the week that finds us in full activity. It is not Monday when we start the week and plan for the days to come. It is not a Wednesday or Thursday when we are in the middle of the week to see how we are doing. Finally, it is not a Saturday or a Sunday where we evaluate the week, we give thanks, and we recover. It is simply a Tuesday. In any event, today's readings invite us to “listen.”
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Twice a year, spring and fall, in most parts of our country, we change our clocks one hour either ahead or back depending on the time of year. Sometimes regardless of the reminders from friends, the media, we forget. Several years ago, when I had just moved to Fort Frances I was on the schedule to lead the early worship service at 9:00 am…
In the Advent season, we remember that Jesus came from Heaven to live on earth, and we anticipate his imminent return. But what we should also do is reflect on what Jesus’ coming has to do with our lives today. Do we know who Jesus is and what He is doing among us? How can we faithfully participate in His work on earth?
When the news of the national security bill had indeed been passed in Hong Kong, my stomach dropped through the floor. The last few months had already had me on tenterhooks, a low thrum of tension and scraped nerves—through the protests and the violence and the thought of home in such utter crisis…
As I write this we have a big appointment for someone in my house tomorrow. It’s a medical appointment that we’ve been waiting on for more than a year and a half. There’s a lot riding on it, and there’s no way to know whether it will be helpful or unhelpful….
Last year I burned out. Before the world hit a pandemic pause, my own world halted. Looking back, I can see now that disruption was a gift to me. But at the time I only felt exhausted.
I’ve always been a little afraid of the second coming of Christ. There’s a lot of good things in the world and there were so many things I wanted to experience before we were all “whisked away to that spirit in the sky.”
As I approach Christmas this year it is with a certain resignation. I want to plan. I want to be scrolling through advent liturgies for the kids to read Sunday mornings as our tiny church family joins to light the candles on the advent wreath.
Isaiah's very powerful and poignant plea to God to split the sky, shake the earth, and settle the score is such an earthy and familiar request.
I’ve been there. Often.
Welcome to the third annual New Leaf Advent Reader. We are so glad you are here with us to journey through Advent while reflecting on change and disruption.