Monday, December 9, 2013

Imagination and decision




The word “Advent” comes from the Latin Adventus which was the name of a regular administrative event in the ancient world, when the governor would come to visit.  He would dine with the leading citizens, and hold court to hear appeals.  He would audit the tax collectors, and reward meritorious officials and punish corrupt ones, and generally put the public’s house in good order.  Depending on the governor, it might bring with it a lightening of unjust taxation, or a fair ruling in a legal dispute.  But whatever justice, whatever setting-things right one could expect from the Adventus would be limited.  Even in the best case, it would go only as far as the established order allowed.

But Advent in the church is different.  It begins with the announcement of John in the wilderness that someone is coming who will change everything.  He will come with a new government, a new kingdom.  This kingdom could not be more different from the kingdoms of the self-styled rulers of Galilee and Judea.  It is not even like the kingdom of their master the Emperor in Rome.  It is the kingdom of heaven— its coming near is the coming-near of God.  This Advent is not a scheduled appointment on the administrative calendar of the powers that be.  It is unlooked-for and uninvited, the breaking-in of the God of Israel into the history of the world. 

So even though we keep Advent every year, it is not simply the repetition of the same old thing.  It is about God entering into history and transforming it into something else, starting something new.  And that transformation is ongoing.  That is why in every Advent in every generation the church has said that the cry of the Baptist that “the Kingdom of Heaven has come near” is about this moment, and demands a response from us.  
This Kingdom of Heaven is not something we can reduce to an intellectual proposition.  If you’re talking about how God breaks into the world, you have to speak symbolically and mythically.  You have to appeal to the imagination.  And that is what prophets like John do—they awaken our imaginations with new visions of what God is doing in history, and new possibilities for us to respond.
Today’s lesson from Isaiah gives us a picture of such awakening in one of the best-loved symbols of Advent—the tree of Jesse.   Isaiah spoke to the people of Jerusalem in a time of national defeat, with foreign empires about to swallow them up.  And he said that God showed him an old, dead, dried out, fire-blackened stump.  It was the stump of Jesse, the father of David, whose name symbolizes Israel’s ideal king.  Isaiah sees something no one in his historical circumstances would expect, a fresh young branch sprouting from the roots of Jesse’s stump. 
But this new king will be more than another David.  He will not win his victory by violence, but by the spirit of God’s wisdom and the word of God’s justice.  And the prophet sees a vision of Jerusalem transformed by this branch, not into a well-ordered, well-administered, well-defended political entity, but into a paradise that does not seem to be this world at all.  It is like the peace and harmony of the Garden before Fall, where humans dwelt in childlike innocence side by side with fierce predators and poisonous snakes; in the peace and justice of that world the animals themselves will forget the “law of the jungle” and the wolf shall live with the lamb and the leopard lie down with the kid. 

When I was a child my mother put a picture of this vision of Isaiah on the wall of my bedroom.  It was a reproduction of a painting by Edward Hicks, who was a self-taught artist and itinerant Quaker preacher in the early years of the American republic.  Over the course of his life, Hicks painted at least 64 different versions of this scene, The Peaceable Kingdom of Isaiah.  They all depict small children playing in the midst of a mixed herd of lions and cows, sheep and leopards, bears and goats.  Interestingly, in many of the paintings you can see in the background a scene from Hick’s own history, of William Penn and other English colonists signing a peace treaty with the Native Americans.  And the landscape of Hicks’ vision is always recognizably Eastern North America.  That’s how it is when God breaks into the human imagination—it is an event not confined in time, one that is liable to break out with new meaning, in unlooked-for ways and undreamed-of places, like a branch shooting from a withered stump.
John the Baptist in the Gospel of Matthew is also like a fresh branch from an old stump.  His arrival, it is said, was foretold by the prophets, and his appearance is like a description of Elijah of old.   But when he preaches that the Kingdom of Heaven has come near, he is not referring to the wisdom of the past, or dreaming of the future.  He is announcing that the time is now for a decision.  Now is the time to repent—to turn our lives around and start acting as if the Kingdom is really here.  Now is the time for the visions that the prophets sowed in our imaginations to bear fruit--because the one who is coming after John, who is more powerful than he, is all about making us fruitful. 
Edward Hicks wasn’t the only white American to look at the landscape of this continent and see a vision of a peaceable kingdom.  Generations of us have imagined this as a virgin land onto which we could project our hopes, and out of which we could give birth to our dreams.  When ranchers and farmers and gold prospectors came to California they thought they saw a land unaltered by human hands.  That was part of their rationale for taking it from the native inhabitants.  “After all”, they said, “they weren’t doing anything with it.”  What they didn’t know was that the land they found had been carefully, deliberately husbanded by human beings for centuries. 
And one of the main tools those human beings used was fire: fire, that destroyed the pests and pathogens; fire, that germinated the wildflowers whose seeds they harvested; fire, that killed the smaller, brushier species, like poison oak, but did not harm the oak groves that bore the acorns that were their staple food.   
And because the indigenous inhabitants of California set regular fires, and allowed lightning-fires to burn, there never built up the volume of dead wood and grass, and small, flammable brush, that causes catastrophic infernos.  But after 150 years of management that immediately suppresses any and all fires, the forests of California and the rest of the western United States are a vast tinderbox.  Full of dead and dying trees, choked with brush, our wildlands need nothing more than to burn, but every fire that does occur become a conflagration, like the Rim Fire that consumed tens of thousands of acres last summer in Yosemite National Park.   

I can think of no more fitting image than those forests for a Christianity without repentance, one that is all comfort and no crisis, one that speaks only of God’s love and never of God’s judgment, one that fits us to be nice hard-working servants of a well-administered church, but never announces the presence of the Kingdom, that never urges us to the moment of decision.  John at the Jordan calls us to be baptized into that moment, to say “yes” to the wildness of the Spirit that thins out the blighted trees from our orchards, and winnows the chaff from our grain, that burns away that which does not bear fruit, and fertilizes our souls with the ashes. 

What comes to us at Advent is not a yearly task to be properly administered, nor is it simply the retelling of a beautiful imaginative story.  It is a new moment to welcome Christ, to invite him to transform our history.  This means letting his light shine not just on what we choose to show him, but also and especially what we fear most--loss, suffering, violence, disorder and death, the darker corners of who we are, and what the world is under the powers-that-be, and our helplessness to change it.  If this seems too hard, it is because we do not see that he comes with the Kingdom, with the power and the judgment of God.   And if seems too risky, it is because we do not understand that his judgment is nothing but perfect love, and that the only power he seeks is the power to make us bear fruit.

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I am a priest in the Episcopal Church, and have been (among other things) an organic farmer and gardener, and a Zen monk. I have a lifelong interest in social and spiritual renewal on the basis of contemplative discipline, creative nonviolence, and ecological practice. In recent years my work has focused intensely on the responsibility of pastoral ministry in the humanistic, evangelical, and catholic branch of Christianity known as Anglicanism. I'm married with a daughter, and have three brothers and two parents.