Do not be afraid – Christmas will survive Advent

Advent is my favourite season in the Church calendar.

In fact, I often start longing for Advent sometime in September. I get tired of the long season of Green or Ordinary Time. Usually by Thanksgiving, I'm ready for anything, but more parables from the Gospels.

I'm ready to see anything, but the same-old green paraments hanging from the chancel furnishings. I'm ready for the deep, rich blues of Advent to begin. Don’t tell anyone, but by that time of year, I sometimes even long for snow!

As a kid, Advent always bore this mysterious quality for me. The church I grew up in used to hang this huge Advent wreath from the 50' sanctuary ceiling. And, every year an elderly usher would lower it down using a pulley system during the children’s message so that we could light the appropriate number of candles. A special memory.

Yet, I also remember the little seen blue stole that the pastor wore for just a few weeks. I remember the haunting verses of O Come, O Come Emmanuel that we would sing in anticipation of the Messiah.

I remember hearing the stories of that interesting figure “John the Baptist” and the camel’s hair clothes he wore and the locusts he ate. I remember the wild sermons he preached, and how the drama of his words seemed to echo in the sanctuary:

Prepare the way of the Lord
Make his paths straight

But the exciting images of Advent lessons didn’t end there. The best story of Advent – and one of the best of the whole year – was the story of the Angel coming to Mary. I loved hearing those first words the angel spoke and I imagined a young girl just going about her business in her room and suddenly somthing, someone beyond worlds, appeared to her and said:

Do not be afraid

Of course, the angel would say that! Because meeting an angel would be the coolest and most terrifying thing ever!

Advent has the best stories, and they have stuck with me since childhood. These days as a pastor, I start getting excited weeks ahead of when I have to preach those same stories. I start letting those words of John, those words of the angel, and the words of Mary percolate in my mind so that I am ready to preach them when the time comes.

The real enemy of Christmas

Increasingly over the past few years, Christmas has been creeping into Advent. Sure, there have always been Christmas parties during Advent, and choir/band/orchestra Christmas concerts, and Christmas displays in malls. But Christmas seems to more ubiquitous than ever and before Advent even starts.

Maybe I didn’t notice it as much as kid, but it feels like the whole world is joining in the generic Christmas celebration. Almost everyone celebrates Christmas these days, whereas Christmas used to be a mostly churchy thing to do, or at least not a very big deal to non-religious folk.

And who am I to judge? If the secular world needs a cultural celebration to fend off the darkness of Winter, to spread joy and cheer, to make an excuse to give and receive gifts, then great! Christians appropriated Christmas from pagan Winter solstice traditions, why can’t the secular world borrow Christianity’s holy day in order turn a dark time of year into a celebratory time?

Despite my willingness to share Christmas, the people I don’t get are the Christians who start fighting this fictitious “War on Christmas” around November 1st. Or that Xmas isn’t a long held Christian short hand. I think we are afraid of losing something and so we hold on more tightly.

The idea that Christians are in any way persecuted in Canada is about as absurd as saying Canadians don’t care about Hockey. But I will leave the persecution bit for another post.

What bothers me about the War on Christmas is that its real opponent seems to be Advent.

Christians seem to forget that Advent even exists. Maybe instead of being offended by Happy Holidays, we should be correcting Merry Christmas with Happy Advent.

Because here is the thing: Christmas needs Advent.

We need Advent

Christmas without Advent is like giving birth without pregnancy. It is like opening a novel in the middle of the story. It is like skipping the first half of every movie you watch.

It is like Easter without Good Friday, or the story of the Fall in Genesis without the story of Creation and paradise, or the story of the Israelites coming to the promise land without the story of leaving Egypt.

So often we want to make Christmas about idyllic manger scenes with little drummer boys, sheep and donkeys, angels and shepherds, when Christmas is about un-wed mothers, the oppression of Empire, and the slaughter of children.

I think we want to imagine Christmas as an unblemished little story, because we're so afraid of the darkness.

Advent reminds us that Christmas is not about nostalgia and sentimentalism. It isn’t just singing Silent Night while holding a candle on Christmas Eve.

We need Advent because it tells us the whole story. It tells us the deeper story. John the Baptist, the Angel and Mary are not just cool characters in a rich narrative. They are powerful symbols and reminders that we are still Advent people.

Advent reminds us that Christmas – that the birth of Messiah – is for a world still waiting in darkness, still waiting for justice, still waiting for healing.

Advent tell us that Messiah isn’t just a cute baby born in a barn to poor parents. Advent tells us that Messiah is God’s answer to human and creation's darkness.

God sent his light to people living under the thumb of the Roman Empire, people living under the oppression of white privilege in Ferguson and Staten Island, people living in the systemic poverty imposed on the Indigenous people of Canada, women living under the constant threat of sexism, misogyny and sexual violence, people who practice a religion different than the empire’s being forced to celebrate holy-days that the White Christian Empire accuses them of taking away.

I need Advent

The symbols of Advent still draw me in just like they did as a kid. Even though I am the one putting on the blue stole, and reading the words of John the Baptist, the Angel, and Mary. And, even when I get mildly upset because Christmas music is playing in the malls in the middle of November and my Facebook feed is full of people worried that Christmas might lose Christ because someone wished them Happy Holidays, Advent reels me in.

Because I need Advent too.

I need Advent and its promise of a new world, its hope given to a world that feels hopeless too often, and because of those four little lights that push away the darkness in order to make room for Messiah.

Messiah who is already here, but still on the way.

So do not be afraid.

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Erik Parker is the Pastor of Good Shepherd Lutheran Church in Selkirk, Manitoba, as well as a blogger and speaker. When not doing those things, he is chasing his two young children around with his wife Courtenay. He blogs at millennialpastor.net