It's Not Christmas Yet
By Rob Bell
December 20, 2011
Christmas is coming—trees and lights and presents and eggnog and all that. ButChristmas is the culmination of Advent, and Advent is about the churchcalendar and the church calendar is something we never stop talkingabout.
So that’s what I’m writing on here: Advent. But to talk about Advent, we need to talk about sound, and then time and then Spirit.
First, then, a bit about sound.
If you are quiet enough in your kitchen, you will hear a noise. It is a continuous sound, a long, droning noise with no particular beginningor ending. It has very little, if any, dynamic range. It may go up anddown in volume, but those changes are rarely perceptible. It is the same flat noise, and it goes on and on and on, hour after hour, day afterday. If it’s loud enough, it can grate on the nerves, but otherwise it’s simply there.
Making that sound, mostly unnoticed, there in the corner of your kitchen.
It is the buzzing of your refrigerator.
Now for another noise. I’m currently listening to the new Jónsi album (he of Sigur Rós fame), which I’ve had on repeat for a number of weeksnow. From the first bleeps, squawks and chirps of the first song, thealbum is full of noises. Drums, voices, piano—the noises stop and start, come and go, they’re loud and quiet. Some notes sustain for a measureor two, others come and go within the second. The kick drum rumbles, the cymbals clang, the strings flutter. All those sounds work together tomake something compelling, inspiring, beautiful, evocative,confrontative, urgent, hopeful, honest or peaceful—something that sounds stunning.
And so it is noise, it is the sound—but it is a particular,intentional arrangement of those noises and sounds that make it what wecommonly refer to as music.
Two kinds of noise, two variations on sound—one we call music and the other we call refrigerator buzz.
Next, then, a bit about time, because time is a lot like sound. Asong works because the noises and sounds and voices and drums arearranged with a precise awareness of time. Music divides time up intobeats, giving time a shape, a flow, a pattern, a rhythm.
We’ve all experienced the low-grade despair that comes when our daysblend into each other—wake up, eat breakfast, brush teeth, go to schoolor work or the office, change another diaper, do another load oflaundry, write a check, fill a tank, cook a meal and then repeat it allover again the next day.
One day looks like the next, everything starts to feel the same, life starts to feel like the existential equivalent of refrigerator buzz.
And that, of course, takes us back to the Exodus. (Didn’t see thatcoming, did you?) The story of those Hebrew slaves being rescued fromPharaoh isn’t just a story about the God who rescues people from havingto make bricks every day—it’s about the God who rescues people fromother kinds of slavery as well. Namely, the one involving time.
Life in Egypt was comprised of making bricks for the Pharaoh every day, all day.
Bricks, bricks, bricks, eat, sleep, more bricks, bricks, bricks. Tomorrow will be just like today: bricks, bricks, bricks.
When the Israelites are rescued, however, God gives them commands,one of the most urgent being to take a Sabbath day a week, a day unlikethe others. A day without bricks.
Six days you shall work, but on the seventh, don’t. Why is this somonumental? God gives them rhythm. But not the rhythm of sound, therhythm of time. Life before was an interminable succession of sevens.Seven, seven, seven.
But now, their time is broken up, measured, arranged with a beat: six and one, six and one, six and one.
God is the God of the groove.
We need rhythm in our time—it’s what makes one moment different from another. It gives shape and color and form to all of life.
The first Christians understood this—that time, like sound, is bestwhen broken up, divided and arranged into patterns and rhythms. And sothey created the church calendar. A way to organize the year, a way tobring variance to our days, a way to find a song in the passing of time.
For example, Lent. For the seven weeks leading up to ResurrectionSunday, we practice sober awareness of our frailty, sins and smallness.It starts on Ash Wednesday when those ashes are traced on our foreheadsin the shape of the cross, a tactile reminder of our origins in thedust. From there we come, and to there we will go.
You want to really live, the kind of living that drains the marrowfrom every day? Then start by facing your death, your weakness, yoursmallness. We spend seven weeks facing our death and despair and doubt,entering into it with the fullness of our being—heart, mind, emotions—we leave nothing behind.
We do this for a number of reasons, chief among them the simple truth that Sunday comes after Friday. Only when you’ve gotten through, notaround “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” are you ready tothrow the only kind of Resurrection party worthy of the occasion—thatSunday when we run huffing and puffing from the open tomb, beating ourpots and pans in that clanging raucous outburst that begins with thosethree resounding words: “He is risen.”
That day when all the amps are turned up to “11.”
But that’s not the end—don’t let your pastor start a preaching series on tithing or marriage that next week—because Resurrection is just thebeginning. On we go to the season of Pentecost—the celebration of theSpirit, the One who moves in mysterious ways. Jesus is not with us inbody, He’s with us in Spirit. He’s risen, but He’s also here, in waysthat transcend language, and so reflect on this for a season, tuningyour radar to the divine presence in every moment of every day.
And so we’re headed somewhere, we’re coming from somewhere else, andwe’re doing it together, as a community of disciples, as a church.
Finally, then, a bit about Spirit. Because Spirit, it turns out, is a lot like sound and time.
The first thing Spirit does in creation is move. That tells us thedeepest matters of the Spirit are constantly moving, shifting andmorphing. The life of the spirit is a dynamic reality, taking us through a myriad of emotions, experiences and states of being.
Sometimes we’re exhausted, other times we’re overwhelmed with doubt.Sometimes we’re on top of the world and everything is going smoothly,other times we find ourselves standing in the midst of the wreckage,surrounded by smoldering flames, wondering how it all went so wrong.
What the church calendar does is create space for Jesus to meet us in the full range of human experience, for God to speak to us across thespectrum, in the good and the bad, in the joy and in the tears.
This is the crime of only singing happy victory songs in church (weoften ask sad people to sing happy songs)—half of the Psalms arelaments.
The math should move us on that. The Bible is not a collection of war chants from victors—it’s an incredibly varied collection of writingsreflecting an intensely diverse amount of postures, moods andperspectives.
A lot like how life is, actually. Sometimes you’re furious with God, other times you’re madly in love.
The issue then, as it is now, isn’t just getting us out of Egypt—it’s getting the Egypt out of us.
Rescuing us from sameness, dullness, flatlined routine, reminding usthat however we’re feeling, whatever we’re experiencing, wherever we are in our heart—the Spirit waits to meet us there.
And that takes us to Advent. Advent, then, is a season. Lots ofpeople know about holidays—one day a year set apart. The church calendar is about seasons, whole periods of time we enter into with a specificcry, a particular intention, for a reason.
Advent is about anticipating the birth of Christ. It’s about longing, desire, that which is yet to come. That which isn’t here yet. And so we wait, expectantly. Together. With an ache. Because all is not right.Something is missing.
Why does Advent mean so much to me?
Because cynicism is the new religion of our world. Whatever it is,this religion teaches that it isn’t as good as it seems. It will let you down. It will betray you.
That institution? That church? That politician? That authority figure? They’ll all let you down.
Whatever you do, don’t get your hopes up. Whatever you think it is,whatever it appears to be, it will burn you, just give it time.
Advent confronts this corrosion of the heart with the insistence that God has not abandoned the world, hope is real and something is coming.
Advent charges into the temple of cynicism with a whip of hope,overturning the tables of despair, driving out the priests of that jaded cult, announcing there’s a new day and it’s not like the one that camebefore it.
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