Mark
13:28-37
The
text for our reflection on this first Sunday of advent comes from the
gospel of Mark, the 13th chapter, verses 28-37:
28 ‘From the fig tree
learn its lesson: as soon as its branch becomes tender and puts forth
its leaves, you know that summer is near. 29So also, when you see
these things taking place, you know that he is near, at the very
gates. 30Truly I tell you, this generation will not pass away until
all these things have taken place. 31Heaven and earth will pass away,
but my words will not pass away.
32 ‘But about that
day or hour no one knows, neither the angels in heaven, nor the Son,
but only the Father. 33Beware, keep alert; for you do not know when
the time will come. 34It is like a man going on a journey, when he
leaves home and puts his slaves in charge, each with his work, and
commands the doorkeeper to be on the watch. 35Therefore, keep
awake—for you do not know when the master of the house will come, in
the evening, or at midnight, or at cockcrow, or at dawn, 36or else he
may find you asleep when he comes suddenly. 37And what I say to you I
say to all: Keep awake.’
Speaking
of keeping awake, I did something a week ago I've never done
before: I went to a midnight movie. The premier of Harry
Potter. I have teenagers in my home, you realize, and we had to of
course see the very first showing of Harry Potter. It wouldn't be
the same if you waited until the next day. And so Paulina insisted
that she was old enough now to stay up that late, and so I took her to
the theater that night to see the premier showing of the latest release
of Harry Potter.
And
like all movies, it had the obligatory previews you had to sit through
before you get to the main event. And the most intriguing and the
most anticipated is the remaking of King Kong by Peter Jackson of Lord
of the Rings fame. And in that preview, you get these brief
glimpses of this fantastic, terrifying world of misty landscapes, savage
natives, vicious dinosaurs, and of course our hero, King Kong. And
the preview concludes with that famous image, which is about all I know
of the movie, of King Kong climbing up the Empire State Building and
battling those biplanes. And let me tell you, it's enough to keep
you awake! And it's a good thing, because I needed something to
keep me awake! It was a funny feeling, looking around and
realizing in that theater of 400 or so, I had to have been the oldest
person present. It was good to have my daughter with me to nudge
me and keep me awake through the next 2 and a half hours of Harry
Potter. That image of King Kong was enough to do it.
The
thirteenth chapter of the gospel of Mark is a lot like that. It's
known by scholars as the 'little apocalypse'. It's full of
powerful and terrifying images of falling stars, of the darkened sun and
moon, the Son of Man coming in the clouds in power and glory. It
is but a brief glimpse of the eschaton, the last days. The
realization of God's reign here on earth. And it is the reading
for the first Sunday of advent each year. It's a liturgical means
to begin with the end in mind. It's a way of saying 'this is our
goal, the end', meaning the purpose of creation. When all of the
earth, when the entire cosmos will be united with God, one with our
creator.
But
scripture does not provide us with the whole picture of what that looks
like. Instead, we are given just a glimpse of the coming
attraction so that we will stay alert, and watch, as Jesus says.
Like a preview, the purpose of these visionary revelations scattered
throughout the Bible is not to disclose the story of the world's future,
but rather to build our anticipation and desire to buy a ticket.
To be there at the premier opening. To participate in the future
of the world, in God's future of the world.
And
contrary to popular opinion and best-selling novels on the last days,
the Bible is not really concerned with the end of the world. For
if that were the chief purpose of these visions, to prophesy the end of
the world, to prepare Christians in the 21st or 22nd or 23rd or who
knows what century, what purpose would it have served in the first
century? For whom it was first written. You see, I might be
kind of radical in that I happen to believe it doesn't matter if you are
in the first century or the 21st or the 31st, that the words of Jesus
apply to all of us in all times. To give each of us hope in our
situations.
So
if we do not make it to the 31st century (personally, I'm just hoping to
make it to January 2nd, because you know that's the Fiesta Bowl -- Ducks
vs Notre Dame, meeting the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse right there for
the glory of God and everyone else to see -- we can hope), it won't be
because God decided enough is enough and ended this human experiment in
one big cataclysmic war. Rather it will be because we will have
decided that we know better than God, that we really didn't need to be
good stewards of the earth. That turning swords into plowshares
was a utopian dream and not a practical solution for war. That a
better blessing for the meek of the earth would be a low-wage job and
let the stockholders inherit the earth as the way it should be.
That's our vision for the earth, but it's not God's.
And
thus we drift toward unparalleled catastrophe because we ignore God's
wisdom of a different way of being in the world without being of
the world. And that vision of God's kingdom come was of extreme
importance to the survival of the Christian community in the first
century just as I think it is important for us now in the 21st
century.
In
that first century, a time when nothing was secure except for the
guarantee of hardships, oppression by the Roman government in various
forms and indifference toward Christian faith at best, and at worst (and
more often) open hostility towards it. In other words, the church
in the first century was as delicate and fragile as a newborn
child. Internal dissention between Jewish Christians and Gentile
converts, and between libertarians and biblical purists threatened to
undo the fragile community. External threats from oppressive
governors, from invading armies, from pandemics caused by poor
sanitation, famine from war and weather fluctuations. Survival was
difficult enough as it was, but especially in the Christian community.
And
on top of all that, the increasing disillusionment of early Christians,
who believed that Jesus would return any day now to take them out of
this world, to establish that reign of God here on earth. After
all, did Jesus not say 'This generation will not pass until all these
things take place'?
There
is in Rome, still standing to this day the Arch of Titus:

It
is the inspiration for another arch, very familiar to most of you -- the
Arc de Triomphe in Paris. That's what inspired the builders of the
Paris arch. But this one from the first century, which was built
by the Emperor Domician to honor his brother and predecessor Titus, and
his father Vespasian, for their victory over Jerusalem. And you
can read the translation of the Latin inscription:

And
we learn from another inscription, lower on the arch that the famed Coliseum
of Rome, just a few hundred yards away, was built with the spoils of the
war on Israel. All the treasures that they took out of the holy
land is what paid for the building of the Coliseum. And that alone
should cause us to pause to reflect not so much on who's blood was
spilled in the Coliseum, but on who's blood was built the
Coliseum.

But
it's not the Coliseum that I call your attention to this morning, but
rather this image beneath the Arch of Roman soldiers carting off the
treasures of the Temple and of the city. And as you can see, up
toward the top the Menorah being carried out of the Temple, out of
Jerusalem when they sacked that city:

Now
I want you to keep that image in mind, of Roman soldiers in the holy of
holies of the Jerusalem Temple, after slaughtering everyone in sight and
carting off everything of value to take back to Rome, as I read to you
the opening verses of the 13th chapter of Mark:
1As
he came out of the temple, one of his disciples said to him, ‘Look,
Teacher, what large stones and what large buildings!’ 2Then Jesus
asked him, ‘Do you see these great buildings? Not one stone will be
left here upon another; all will be thrown down.’
14
‘But when you see the desolating sacrilege set up where it ought not
to be (let the reader understand), then those in Judea must flee to
the mountains; 15the one on the housetop must not go down or enter the
house to take anything away; 16the one in the field must not turn back
to get a coat. 17Woe to those who are pregnant and to those who are
nursing infants in those days! 18Pray that it may not be in winter.
19For in those days there will be suffering, such as has not been from
the beginning of the creation that God created until now, no, and
never will be.
It's
a perfect description of the war from 66-74 C.E. in Jerusalem. My
point is that the destruction of the Temple, the sacking of Jerusalem in
those years, was widely seen by most Christians in that time as an
unmistakable sign, referred to by Jesus, of the beginning of that
era. The beginning of the last days. And it is within this
context, a time of great suffering for Christians as well for Jews (more
so even for Jews), and also a time of great anticipation -- would the
messiah now come, once and for all to usher in that age? -- Mark writes
not to urge Christians 20 centuries later to maintain their faith, but
to urge his own contemporaries to remain faithful in light of this
terrible time. To rely on God and the power of prayer to maintain
hope in the final triumph of Christ precisely in such a time of fear and
doom.
It
is, therefore, a message for all who look with fear and foreboding to
what is in store for our world. A message for any who's hearts are
heavy with despair.
During
the Spanish civil war in 1938, the fascist forces aided by Hitler's
Luftwaffe, bombed the defenseless city of Guernica into oblivion.
There was no military purpose to the bombing. Hitler simply wanted
to test and fine-tune his war machine, the infamous blitzkrieg.
Pablo Picasso captured the incredible horror in Guernica in his painting
by the same name. Horribly disfigured and dismembered bodies
depicting the senseless pain and agony. Faces of people and
animals crying out in despair from the unbearable torment of death that
rained down from the war machines in the sky:

And
in the midst of that carnage, easily overlooked, there is a single
flower that blossoms forth to bear witness to the beauty of life.
That somehow, inexplicably, surrounded by all the evil of the world,
manages to bloom in its desert of despair, its fragrance of goodness and
hope that will not be overcome by the stench of death:

Heaven
and earth, says Jesus, will pass away, but my words will not.
This
the rhetorical reverse of a snowball's chance in hell. We might
concede of earth passing away, we talk about it all the time -- global
warming, nuclear winter and the like. But heaven? The
dwelling place of God? And you see it's precisely because heaven
will not pass away that we are assured of the promise of
God.
The
promise that something so terribly wonderful, frighteningly awesome, is
coming -- that even nature responds. The promise that when all
others are overcome with fear and foreboding, God's people will be able
to stand with heads high in confidence that our redemption is
near. The promise that if we place our faith in God and live
according to God's kingdom as envisioned by Christ we will not be
disappointed. The promise that if we stay alert and wait with hope
we need not worry whether something will eventually happen, we can hope
that something is happening already because God is active and present in
our world even in the midst of greatest tragedy.
And
then if we are alert, we can see the glimpses of glory to come all
around us. The previews of possibilities that God offers to
us. The flowers of hope blooming in our darkest hours:
Jews
and Muslims working together to open the borders of Gaza for the first
time under Palestinian control. Iraqi people defying the violence
to establish a democratically elected government that, with God willing
and Allah willing and the U.S. government willing, will end the
occupation and hopefully bring about peace and stability to that
war-torn nation. We can always hope. The hundred calls
received by the local Red Cross of people in our community in the
aftermath of Katrina and flooding of New Orleans who said 'if you need a
place, my home is available'. A new mother hearing her newborn
baby cry for the very first time.
The
signs are there for us to see. Signs of Emmanuel -- "God With
Us". Signs of God's glory yet to come. We hope.
We wait to see.