Joy is of God

The third week of Advent is about JOY.

The connection to today’s gospel may seem a bit elusive.

I mean I’m sure that there was joy amongst all those people that Jesus healed.

The blind recovered their sight.

Those who could not walk were able to walk again.

Those with leprosy were cured.

Those who were deaf could hear again.

And the dead were raised to life.

HALLELUJAH!

I’ve no doubt that there was joy among all those people who Jesus touched and healed.

But, other than being happy for them, how does that bring us joy?

Today’s gospel begins with John the Baptizer in prison.

John, a prophet ordained by God, is expressing doubt—doubt that Jesus is the Messiah.

Now, you and I, we experience doubt all the time.

But John was raised to prepare the way for the Messiah.

By all accounts, John never doubted his mission.

His parents raised him for it.

He preached boldly and confidently, even calling religious leaders a pack of snakes.

Doubt just doesn’t appear to be part of his DNA.

And yet, he asks Jesus, “are you the One?”

Jesus’ reply isn’t a direct response—as he often likes to do.

His response is, “report to John what you see and hear”.

What John’s disciples report back to him is, “‘Those who are blind recover their sight.

Those who cannot walk are able to walk.

Those with leprosy are cured.

Those who are deaf hear.

The dead are raised to life.

And the anawim—the “have-nots”—have the Good News preached to them.”

These are glimpses of the Kin-dom.

It is God breaking into the world.

It is Jesus being Emanuel—God with us.

Meeting us where we are—broken, hurting, and afraid.

And therein, I believe, is the joy.

It’s God breaking into the world.

God doesn’t wait for us to come to God.

God always makes the first move.

God comes to us—just as you expect a loving parent to do.

Sometimes, God comes Godself, like when the Christ child was born in Bethlehem.

Other times, God works through us.

I’d like to share a few of my experiences of God breaking through.

My mom spent the last couple of days of her life in a coma.

By that point, she had been on and off hospice 3 times.

We had gotten so used to her bouncing back, we expected her to do it again.

Her name was Kathleen, but she went by Kitty and we started to joke that she really must have 9 lives.

Anyway, when we realized that she wasn’t going to pull through again, we took her off the medications that were artificially elevating her blood pressure.

On the last night of her life, I sent everyone home.

I was the oldest and I was always closest to my mom.

So, it was something that I wanted to do—to be with her in these final hours.

I spent the night talking to her, reading the Bible to her, and praying with her.

She never responded.

She was in the interstitial space—the in-between place—between life and death.

Scientists say that hearing is the last sense to fail.

I don’t know how they know that but that’s what they say.

So, I’m pretty sure that my mom heard me.

I was a voice in the darkness of that space between life and death.

God used me to break through into her world.

And, although there was certainly grief, there was also joy in knowing that I was God’s instrument in those moments.

Many of you know that shortly after I started here at Emanuel, a good friend of mine nearly died.

I drove Jim to the hospital for what was supposed to be minor outpatient surgery.

Unfortunately, he had a severe reaction to a medication he was given.

His heart and breathing never stopped but his blood pressure got so precipitously low that his brain was deprived of oxygen.

He was in a medically-induced coma for a day.

When he regained consciousness, it was clear that something was wrong.

He couldn’t see.

We later learned that his eyes were perfectly fine, but his brain no longer knew how to interpret the signals it was getting.

One of his arms was paralyzed.

He couldn’t walk.

He could speak but he couldn’t think clearly.

I became Jim’s medical advocate.

For weeks, I fed him and I helped him go to the bathroom.

He denied help from others, preferring to wait for me.

I was Jim’s hands when his wouldn’t work.

God used me to break through into his world.

And, although I felt a great weigh in those days, there was also joy—a great joy, in fact—knowing that I was God’s loving hands in those weeks.

few weeks ago, I organized a candlelight vigil to commemorate Transgender Day of Remembrance.

Doing the research to prepare for it was brutal.

Reading the stories of people whose lives were cut short by violence—for having the audacity to want to live as their authentic selves—made me both sad and angry.

But seeing a group of trans women at the vigil, I was struck by their bravery.

I admired their strength to be who they are—despite the hateful things that get directed at them.

Despite the constant risk of violence from ignorant people who fear what they don’t understand.

We read the names of the trans people who were murdered in the US.

People from the community shouted out the names of others who were lost.

We lit candles.

And God broke through.

God was light in the darkness of hate and violence.

And there was joy in that light.

There was joy in the Gay Men’s Chorus singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”.

And it occurred to me while I was writing this sermon that somewhere over the rainbow is the Kin-dom.

Where the dreams that we dare to dream really do come true.

Dreams like the prophesies of Isaiah that we heard in today’s first lesson.

Dreams like the signs and wonders Jesus was performing in today’s gospel.

Dreams of God breaking through and giving us a glimpse of the Kin-dom.

You see, God always come to us—breaks through into the world.

And, while it might be tinged with grief or sadness, there is joy in that presence of God—if only we are open to being aware of it

We can experience joy in the most challenging of circumstances.

Despite his incarceration, I have no doubt that John experienced joy on hearing the reports of Jesus’ signs and wonders.

Reports that gave John a glimpse of the Kin-dom and dispelled his doubts about whether Jesus was the Messiah.

Despite the grief of my mother’s passing, there was joy in accompanying her through that sacred transition.

Despite the weight of being Jim’s primary caregiver, there was joy in being his lifeline and serving God’s purpose for me at that time.

Despite the sadness of lives cut short by violence, there was joy in a community bravely carrying on, honoring the memory of victims, and shining the light of hope for the world to see.

Grief cannot overcome joy.

Neither can sadness or anger or doubt or any of the myriad emotions that we experience.

Because joy is of God.

We experience joy because that is God’s intent for us.

It is a gift of the Spirit.

We experience joy when God breaks into the world to give us a glimpse of the Kin-dom.

Joy because God breaking through is a fulfillment of God’s promise.

Joy because God breaking through is a demonstration of God’s unconditional love for us.

God breaking through truly is “Joy to the World”.

May this contemplation on God’s word keep our hearts and minds on Christ Jesus.

Amen.