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Nov 27, 2011 First Sunday of Advent Isaiah 64:1-9 "That you would rend open the heavens"Welcome to Advent. It is a time for us to prepare for Christmas. Here at church we have decorated our worship space with greens, the advent wreath, and a tree. We have lit the candles and we will count the days that lead up to Christmas, that glorious night which remember that God stepped down from all heavenly glory and entered this world as a baby. For the church in the modern day, this time of year is always an observance of two Advents. One, we remember long ago, in a little town of Bethlehem; and the Second, we away with hopeful anticipation for the coming of our Lord again as promised. It is this second Advent that the readings draw our attention to today. And, at least for me - I find the second advent a bit more difficult to wait for. We have been waiting a long time, and God seems so distant at times.That is the plea of our Isaiah reading. "O that you would tear open the heavens and come down!" And the writer goes on to recount the glorious works of God throughout the ages, his righteousness, and his judgement. He puzzles over the obvious absence of God. We kept your word, but you were angry. We sinned, is that why you left? But maybe we sinned because you left?This portion of Isaiah was written after a faithful rement of Israel returned home after years in exile. They spent many years in a foreign land where other gods were worshiped, and it was difficult to maintain their Jewish identity and roots. They got through the ordeal, and folks began to come home to the holy land of milk and honey, the promised land. Only…only it was not the promised land they remembered. The city was in ruins and the temple destroyed. Yes, they were home, but it was not home. At least not as they remember it. There where familiar reminders of what home once was, but they did not serve to give comfort, but rather the pain in recognizing what was lost. Could you imagine moving away from here for 50 years, and then return to find our church on the County like in ruins?On a smaller scale, I wonder if that is similar to what it feels like when familiar Thanksgiving Dinner traditions are lost. I remember my first Thanksgiving dinner I spent away from my childhood home. I was in my early 20s, and up until that year it was just assumed that I would be home for the holidays. It was my first year in seminary, and we didn't have any money for a plane ticket home - not for both Thanksgiving and Christmas. So did not come home. A lovely couple from the church I worshiped with invited me into their home for the Thanksgiving Dinner. I very graciously accepted. It was a happy dinner, and everything was delicious; but at the same time those familiar foods and atmosphere were just similar enough, and yet just different enough to what I remember about Thanksgiving Dinner, that I became very aware that I was not at home. Where I sat, how dinner was served, how it tasted, what we discussed - all similar, but all so obvious that it was different. And all so obvious that my family was 3000 miles away, and though I sat down at a familiar Thanksgiving, I was feeling kinda alone. I wonder if that might be a bit what the Israelites felt as they returned home to a temple that they could see but could not worship in, homes they remembered yet were destroyed, a land of promise which lay in ruin.Yes, this holiday season seems to be a time of joy and sadness for many. For me, this was my first Thanksgiving, and will be my first Christmas without Granddad Coles. For many this time of year serves as a reminder of those loved ones who are no longer with us to celebrate this oh so familiar season. God may seem so absent as we await for his coming in-between two Advents.This communal cry from Isaiah seems to be an acknowledgement of something loss, and more painful than that, a recognition of the absence of God. The writer remembers those marvelous deeds whi
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