First Tuesday of Advent
Scripture Reading for Today:
Psalm 90
A prayer of Moses the man of God.1 Lord, you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations. 2 Before the mountains were born or you brought forth the whole world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God. 3 You turn people back to dust, saying, “Return to dust, you mortals.” 4 A thousand years in your sight are like a day that has just gone by, or like a watch in the night. 5 Yet you sweep people away in the sleep of death— they are like the new grass of the morning: 6 In the morning it springs up new, but by evening it is dry and withered. 7 We are consumed by your anger and terrified by your indignation. 8 You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your presence. 9 All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a moan. 10 Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away. 11 If only we knew the power of your anger! Your wrath is as great as the fear that is your due. 12 Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. 13 Relent, Lord! How long will it be? Have compassion on your servants. 14 Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days. 15 Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, for as many years as we have seen trouble. 16 May your deeds be shown to your servants, your splendor to their children. 17 May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us— yes, establish the work of our hands.
2 Samuel 7:18-29
18 Then King David went in and sat before the Lord, and he said: “Who am I, Sovereign Lord, and what is my family, that you have brought me this far? 19 And as if this were not enough in your sight, Sovereign Lord, you have also spoken about the future of the house of your servant—and this decree, Sovereign Lord, is for a mere human! 20 “What more can David say to you? For you know your servant, Sovereign Lord. 21 For the sake of your word and according to your will, you have done this great thing and made it known to your servant. 22 “How great you are, Sovereign Lord! There is no one like you, and there is no God but you, as we have heard with our own ears. 23 And who is like your people Israel—the one nation on earth that God went out to redeem as a people for himself, and to make a name for himself, and to perform great and awesome wonders by driving out nations and their gods from before your people, whom you redeemed from Egypt? 24 You have established your people Israel as your very own forever, and you, Lord, have become their God. 25 “And now, Lord God, keep forever the promise you have made concerning your servant and his house. Do as you promised, 26 so that your name will be great forever. Then people will say, ‘The Lord Almighty is God over Israel!’ And the house of your servant David will be established in your sight. 27 “Lord Almighty, God of Israel, you have revealed this to your servant, saying, ‘I will build a house for you.’ So your servant has found courage to pray this prayer to you. 28 Sovereign Lord, you are God! Your covenant is trustworthy, and you have promised these good things to your servant. 29 Now be pleased to bless the house of your servant, that it may continue forever in your sight; for you, Sovereign Lord, have spoken, and with your blessing the house of your servant will be blessed forever.”
Revelation 22:12-16
12 “Look, I am coming soon! My reward is with me, and I will give to each person according to what they have done. 13 I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End. 14 “Blessed are those who wash their robes, that they may have the right to the tree of life and may go through the gates into the city. 15 Outside are the dogs, those who practice magic arts, the sexually immoral, the murderers, the idolaters and everyone who loves and practices falsehood. 16 “I, Jesus, have sent my angel to give you this testimony for the churches. I am the Root and the Offspring of David, and the bright Morning Star.”
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The Israelites Understood Wilderness
by Angela Reitsma Bick
Angela Reitsma Bick is Editor-in-Chief of Christian Courier and an award-winning journalist recognized for her work highlighting social justice issues, and co-author of Blessed are the Undone: Testimonies of the Quiet Deconstruction of Faith in Canada. With an Honours English BA from Redeemer University and an MA in Literature from Queen’s University, she began writing for CC as a columnist in 2008 and became Editor-in-Chief in 2009. Under her leadership, the independent Canadian publication has deftly navigated the unceasingly-tumultuous news industry. In 2016, she won the A.C. Forrest Memorial Award for “excellence in religious journalism,” followed by the Distinguished Alumni Award from Redeemer University in 2020. She lives in Newcastle, Ontario, with her family, where she maintains a lively little library.
I came across a google doc in my files the other day called “Christmas in our Bubble!”
Don’t be fooled by that exclamation mark. It’s not true enthusiasm but a stubborn attempt to force some cheer onto our family’s plans for December 25, 2020.
In those days, Justin Trudeau had issued a decree that every Canadian was to stay in their homes. This was the first Christmas that took place during the pandemic. And everyone either followed provincial guidelines or did not. So we went up to the town of Cobourg to visit my parents and to celebrate with loved ones from far and wide. But Canada-U.S. border restrictions for all non-discretionary travel kept more than half our family from travelling at all. Some of us were sad or worried; some of us were mad. No one felt all that joyful. In short, it was a weird Christmas. All the traditions that give meaning and shape to the season were undone. Every Christmas bubble was its own little wilderness.
As part of our research for Blessed are the Undone, Peter and I interviewed 28 Canadians who used the language of deconstruction to describe their journey of faith. All were raised in Christian households and were deeply invested in their church communities before becoming ‘undone.’ As part of the interview process, we asked questions about each person’s faith roots and then looked for patterns in the experience of losing those roots, which had given meaning and shape to so much of their lives. In other words, what happens next – after cognitive dissonance or failures of the Church have left you feeling emotionally and spiritually distanced from your faith community? What happens after church hurt has sunk your canoe (in the metaphor of our book) or you’ve run aground on inflexible doctrine such as biblical inerrancy?
You enter the wilderness.
Dusty, holy ground
By definition, the wilderness is uncultivated and inhospitable. Curiously, however, the word can be used in two nearly opposite ways. It can be used negatively to describe a neglected and forlorn wasteland, or positively by implying a pristine area untouched by human activity. That same double meaning was present when the people we spoke with described what it’s like to leave familiar communities of faith behind and enter unknown territory. It’s a shift both terrifying and full of possibility.
“To me, changing my mind feels like walking into a big, largely empty space that seems to go on forever,” one woman said. “Sometimes I picture it as a golden field or a scenic meadow. It is beautiful, and I love the freedom of standing there, soaking in the incredible openness. I am excited to go out, explore and discover. Sometimes it feels like exactly the right place to be.”
“At other times fear takes over,” she continued, “and that big open space is scary – it is huge, and I dread getting lost. I don’t know where to head and I don’t even see any foot-worn paths to follow. I feel dreadfully alone and I grieve the mirage of security I once knew.”
Scripture gives us many similar stories of wilderness wandering, both voluntary and involuntary. It took the Israelites 40 years to soften their hard hearts and heads enough to gain entry to the Promised Land. For 40 years, they survived on God’s daily provision and were given no clue as to what the future held. The Israelites understood wilderness.
Psalm 90 is called ‘A Prayer of Moses,’ interpreted as something he wrote during that 40-year period, while living – and leading – in the wilderness. Some biblical scholars believe it was written after his siblings, Miriam and Aaron, had died, and Moses realized that his own sins would keep him in the wilderness for the rest of his earthly days. These circumstances might be what give Psalm 90 strong Ecclesiastes undertones, what with its description of God turning mortals to dust, our lifespans being akin to how long grass survives, and all the trouble and sorrow that gather in the few years that we have.
If Ecclesiastes is a book about deconstruction, as Rabbi Michael Fox says in A Time to Tear Down and a Time to Build Up: A Rereading of Ecclesiastes, maybe Psalm 90 is too. It has some familiar, post-deconstruction despair. “If we survived the ten plagues and escaped captivity and were led miraculously over the seabed,” Moses seems to demand, “but are not yet in the Promised Land, where are we? What was the point of all that?” We might wonder: “If I did the hard work of leaving a toxic faith community, went to therapy and have begun to forgive, why isn’t the way forward more obvious?”
Maybe the answer to that depends on whether we view the wilderness as a desolate empty space, a scenic meadow, or something in between. In Psalm 90, Moses sets our tiny lives alongside the eternity of God and concludes that the very brevity of life gives it richness. In fact, mourning what we have lost makes everything we have more precious. Even awkward Christmas celebrations in pandemic bubbles.
To see the goodness of the gifts of God in Eden is easy. Can we recognize them in the post-fall Eden, too? In all the weird corners of our broken lives? When what was familiar is gone and when the future is not visible yet. “Teach us to number our days,” Psalm 90 says, “that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”
It’s a deconstructive Advent lesson from Moses, ancient student of the wilderness, who learns at last to pray for mercy “that we may rejoice.” Even without the Promised Land on the horizon.
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