The First Sunday of Advent - Year A
Windows in worship spaces are intended to transform light by taking the ordinary and making it sacred. In churches such as ours, exterior light passes through stained glass to tell the ancient story through word and image. In spaces with clear windows, such as that old chapel, the effect is transform how the outside world looks from the inside. They allow the worshipper to see the world through the eyes of the faith.
An old, large oak tree grew beside the chapel. From an inside, sitting position, the human eye, looking through the window, was not able to take in the whole tree, much less the entire landscape. The circular view framed one the high-up limbs. All that could be seen was a portion of the limb, a few of the branches stemming from it, the leaves on those branches, and the sky. Still, during many of those preaching classes, the view through the window was the most interesting thing going on!
The window’s limited perspective did something fascinating. Far from restricting what a person can see of the world, its forced focus enhanced and deepened what was visible through it. On one day all in the window might be still, while on another the leaves fluttered in a gentle breeze. With the advent of fall the color of the leaves began to turn and then, in time, the foliage thinned out and eventually was gone. The bareness gave way to budding in the spring, which in time became new, green blooms. The sky itself was never the same – clear blue or filled with billowing clouds or overcast or rainy or dotted with flakes of snow. It was like a painting, except it was alive, dynamic, and ever-changing.
The original designer of the chapel did not install the window to distract daydreamers such as me, but rather, to invite the worshipper to look out on the world with the eyes of faith; to see the world as our faith holds it to be – a wonderful creation of God every bit as splendid as the man and the woman fashioned from the dust of the earth. The window beckons the worshipper, upon leaving the chapel, to live and move and have one’s being in a world now held to be sacred and holy.
The readings for the First Sunday of Advent implore us to wake up and keep watch for our Lord’s coming. Jesus famously describes a time two men will be working in the field and two women working at a mill. One man and one woman will be taken away while the other two will be left behind. It is an image providing fuel for much of the rapture theology that holds Jesus will call the faithful up into the sky while the unfaithful will be left behind to fight it out in some kind of hellish existence. It is a literal notion based on strikingly bad biblical interpretation. Jesus states clearly the days to come will be like the days of Noah when a few were saved while others were swept away by the flood. Thus, as Jesus tells his story, it is the ones who are left behind who are saved while the ones who taken away are lost.
Rapture theology – with its left behind vision of apocalyptic doom – has had the effect in some circles of creating a callous and careless disregard for the role and fate of God’s Creation. What difference does it make what happens to the environment when God is going to save the ‘good’ people from it? Combine this with a heightened sense of entitlement stemming from God’s command to Adam to have dominion over Creation and you get a misguided theological underpinning supporting indifferent to ecological disaster.
The force of Scripture asserts the earth is the Lord’s. It asserts God’s concern for the care and well being of every living creature. And it asserts there is a song of Praise sung by Heaven and by Nature.
I am so pleased with everyone’s willingness to do something different during our Advent worship and I am curious to see where it will take us. I look forward to seeing what you might add to our visual chorus of Nature in this space. I am interested to see how our liturgy will wear after a few weeks (will it break in like a pair of comfortable shoes or wear thin). Most of all, I wonder how this entire experience will be like gazing through that chapel window; an experience allowing us to look on Creation through the eyes of faith. I wonder what it will be like for us to wake up and sing again with Heaven and Nature the song of the Creator’s praise.