RCL Advent 3C
15 December 2024
Church of the Epiphany
Surrey BC
As part of my personal spiritual reading, I have been working my way through a collection of what are called ‘apocryphal gospels’. These are works written by ancient writers, some of whom were Christians, some of whom we now call heretics and some of whom we know were marginally if at all Christians in the common understanding. One of these writers, a Christian teacher named Marcion, prepared a unique version of the Gospel according to Luke, the only Gospel Marcion thought was worth keeping.
Earlier this week I found myself hooked by one verse in Marcion’s version of Luke: “A good man brings out good from the good stored in his heart, and an evil man brings out evil from the evil stored up in his heart. For out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks.” [1] I decided to compare Marion’s text with those we use today. I discovered that this verse was pretty much the same in whatever contemporary translation I checked. And I heard in my heart, ‘May only God’s truth be spoken. May only God’s truth be heard.’
To be sure, Marcion’s views on God and the Scriptures are ones that I do not share, nor have they been endorsed by the overwhelming numbers of Christian teachers throughout the centuries. But even a person considered an outsider can speak God’s truth.
This Sunday is traditionally known as ‘Gaudete Sunday’ – ‘Rejoice Sunday’. In the midst of the busyness of preparing for the coming Christmas celebrations and after weeks of readings that speak of the coming judgement of God, it is good to hear these words of Paul:
Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice. Let your gentleness be known to everyone. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. [2]
As I read these familiar words of Paul in the light of my diving into one verse of Luke’s gospel, I found myself thinking, ‘What if joy is like good? If our hearts, our inner selves, overflow with joy, then will we be a joyful people?’ Over these past months with electioneering on both sides of the border and in many other places in the world, there seemed to be a distinct lack of joy. The joy that Kamala Harris tried to use to counter the fear conjured by Donald Trump did not seem to sway the eventual electorate. We all are waiting to see if the joy awakened by the defeat of the Assad regime in Syria will be met with hope-filled possibilities for change and renewal in that country.
What prevents our hearts from overflowing with joy? I think that joy is only possible when our inner selves are fuelled by gratitude. Without gratitude we can only look at the world through the lens of scarcity. Scarcity dries the heart and makes us see only wildernesses that threaten us. Scarcity awakens fear and fear leads us into paths that cause us to turn inwards and to hoard whatever resources we may have, whether physical, spiritual or emotional.
Awakening gratitude requires us to re-visit our past and to discover how God has been at work in our lives and, even when we have been close to despair, has reached out to us to show us a path towards hope. Awakening gratitude requires us to look at the present and to recognize the signs of God working in us, through us, around us and, dare I say, sometimes despite us.
One of my favourite Christmas traditions is to watch one of the film versions of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. Many of us are familiar with the story of Ebenezer Scrooge, a miser who has much but always thinks himself poor, a lonely man who doesn’t dare love because he is afraid that he’ll lose that love. Over the course of an evening, Christmas Eve to be exact, Scrooge is taken on a journey of transformation through the past and the present and into the future. As he revisits his past and his present, Scrooge begins to discover gratitude and that gratitude awakens joy. It always grieves me that people forget the story when they portray Scrooge as perpetually miserly and lonely and unlovable. They forget the joy and joy is the heart of the story.
There is a Welsh hymn written in the 1890’s by Daniel James called ‘Calon Lân’ – ‘A Pure Heart’. [3] I learned it when preparing for the funeral of one of my parishioners at Saint Faith’s ten years ago.
Nid wy’n gofyn bywyd moethus Aur y byd na’i berlau mân: Gofyn wyf am galon hapus, Calon onest, calon lân.
Calon lân yn llawn daioni Tecach yw na’r lili dlos; Dim ond calon lân all ganu, Canu’r dydd a chanu’r nos. |
I don’t ask for a luxurious life, The world’s gold or its fine pearls; I ask for a happy heart, An honest heart, a pure heart.
A pure heart full of goodness Is fairer than the pretty lily: None but a pure heart can sing, Sing in the day and sing in the night
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I know that there are many for whom joy is still somewhere in the distance. But it is there. The prophet Isaiah proclaimed these words to the people of Israel even as they faced an uncertain future: “The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad; the desert shall rejoice and blossom; like the crocus it shall blossom abundantly and rejoice with joy and shouting.” [4] To discover that joy one must only make a journey of re-discovery to find the springs of memory which will give the waters of gratitude. Those springs are not always easy to find, but they are still there, and they have not dried up.
[1] Luke 6.45 in ‘Marcion’s Gospel’ in The Apocryphal Gospels, trans. Simon Gathercole.
[2] Philippians 4.4-7 (NRSVue).
[3] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calon_Lân accessed on 14 December 2024.
[4] Isaiah 35.1 (NRSVue).