Little Resurrections--December 13, 2019

Little Resurrections--December 13, 2019

"Strengthen the weak hands,

     and make firm the feeble knees.

 Say to those who are of a fearful heart,

     'Be strong, do not fear! 

Here is your God.

     He will come with vengeance,

with terrible recompense.

     He will come and save you'." [Isaiah 35:3-4]

There's not a day that it doesn't hurt.

Somewhere, in some way, all of us are carrying hurts and wearing scars from what we've been through.  All of us bear the aches in our bodies or our hears, or both, and some days it is just a relief to be able to say so, rather than thinking the "religious thing to do" is to push it down and fake a smile.  

But we can't some days.  Our hands are weak, our knees are feeble, and our hearts are trembling with fear or tiredness or grieving or all of the above.  And some days we don't know what to do with all of that.

It can be especially tough to be wearing those wounds in December--not just because the cold can add one more layer of "blah," but because the songs on the radio and the lights in the yards all insist that it's "the most wonderful time of the year." And sometimes, it's all we can do to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

So, what do we do about it?  What do we do with the sadness we cannot shake, or the disappointment and disgust that bubbles up when we turn on the news, or the smallness we feel at the size and scope of troubles that threaten to overpower us?  And while we're asking things, is the answer from our faith only that "one day in the distant future it will be better in heaven?"  Because, to be really honest, sometimes that's what it sounds like from a lot of Respectable Religious folk: sometimes the only hope they have to offer is a sales pitch that goes like this: "Everything will be terrible in this life, and there's nothing you can do about it to make the world any brighter now, but one day in heaven, it will all be sunshine and rainbows. So suck it up and get back to work making widgets!"  And to tell the truth, that is not much comfort.

Well, there's good news--that's not really how the biblical writers see things, either.  Voices like Isaiah's here don't just describe heaven and hope that visions of pearly gates or golden streets will goad us into working another day.  To be sure, there is the Big Hope of the God who saves in the end.  That much is certain, from the declaration, "Here is your God... he will come and save you."  But Isaiah doesn't only have the hope of some distant future, or as Marty Haugen's famous hymn lyric goes, "not in some heaven light-years away."  Isaiah speaks a concrete word of hope for us who are just limping along through our days, and he speaks encouragement for the present as well as the future.  

Isaiah calls on the beloved community to strengthen each other.  He tells us to build one another up and to lend our strength and stability to each other, so that we can endure the most difficult days.  We are given not just End-Times-Afterlife-Big-Picture-Resurrection-Hope, but Present-Moment-Daily-Life-Immediate-Situation hope as well.  You know, little resurrections.  Small renewals that make it possible for us to endure the difficult days.  Ordinary miracles of healing that let our wounds become scars, and our scars become strength.  Isaiah's word here is, "Until the day when all is put right and all our tears are wiped away by God's own hand, well, then, YOU be the ones God raises up to wipe each other's tears away!"

In other words, YOU be the ones to strengthen each other and steady each other, until the moment when God's hand touches us all to wellness.  Until the day when "all will be well and all will be well and all manner of things will be made well" as Julian of Norwich wrote, well then, YOU be the ones who make it at least bearable for each other.  Lift each other up.  Carry each other when you have to.  Let yourself be carried.  Let down your guard, and drop your fake smiles.  Be present for one another, and there in your midst, God will be present through your love for one another, until the day when you see God face to face in glory.

That gives us a plan for facing the day, while holding out our Big-Picture Hope, too.  Instead of just being told to tough it out until the afterlife, we are given the invitation and the calling to strengthen one another, and to encourage one another--and in turn, to be strengthened and encouraged by the promise that God will not let the hurt, or even death, get the last word.  In fact, we are told to encourage each other, not simply with the promise "God is coming to save the day...someday," but that God is already present, right here and right now.  "Here is your God," the prophet tells us to remind each other.  Not merely, "Off there in the distance is your God."

So what do we do with the pain we are all bearing?  We carry each other. We honor one another's hurts and let them be named.  We offer our strength to one another, and we let others' strength be a gift to us when we need it, too.  And we keep pointing, so that each of us will see when things are unclear, "Here is your God."

There's not a day that it doesn't hurt.  But neither is there a day when God is not here in the hurt with us, sending people to us, and sending us to others as well.

Strengthen our weak hands and feeble knees, O Lord, and remind us that you are here with us.