Saturday, December 19, 2020

Advent 4: Mary and the New Normal!

 The New Normal

These days we hear the words “New Normal” being uttered frequently. And yearnings to “return to normal,” as if there ever was such a thing. And if we are honest, we don’t like change. And especially we don’t like it if we have to change. Yet, as I ponder the New Normal and Back to Normal, and the stories of our faith, I’m forced to come to the realization that New Normal is pretty much what God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit and the Bible are all about!

 

Take Abraham and Sarah. There they were happy back home in Ur of the Chaldees when God says to pack up, take off and keep going until I say stop. Which they actually do! And that’s not all. On the way they find out Sarah, “and she as good as dead” as Hebrews puts it, learns she is to have a son! And she does. Isaac! Whom Abraham is then ordered to sacrifice, but at the last minute a reprieve is issued! That’s a lot of New Normal for one household.

 

Then there is David, the youngest of the sons of Jesse in Bethlehem, a shepherd boy who is suddenly chosen by God to become a servant to Saul, the king of Israel; then armor bearer; then sent out to slay Goliath; becomes commander of the armies of Israel; finally, upon Soul’s death on the battlefield, he becomes king of Israel! Talk about a series of New Normals!

 

Then there is Mary. A young teenage girl who somehow becomes betrothed to an older man, Joseph, a local carpenter and a descendant from the House of David. She is minding her own business when an Angel appears and declares that even though she is yet to be married she will bear a child and name him Jesus! Talk about a new normal! She is not sure what to make of it all, but Gabriel the Angel assures her not to be afraid, “For nothing will be impossible with God.” Mary replies, “Here am I, the servant of the Lord; let it be with me according to your word.” Suddenly, she is now a servant to God’s will, and the mother of God – Theotokos! That’s a New Normal if there ever was one!

 

Abraham, Sarah, David and Mary all find out that it is true: nothing is impossible with God. All of them, like all of us, are recipients of God’s grace, God’s charis. It’s pure gift. They don’t earn it, they don’t deserve God’s grace, or God’s favor – it is given. All of us at some time or other receive a measure of God’s grace as pure gift – not for anything we have done or deserve, but because God wants us to enter into a New Normal. God’s New Normal!

 

So, imagine my surprise, after adjusting to wearing a mask every day; getting tested from time to time; reimagining worship that can be done online, live streamed; having not hugged any of our children or little Mo, our grandchild for months; discovering that worship online has become a life-saving and live-changing grace; trying to come up with something to say for Advent 4 when suddenly, like David and Mary and Abraham and Sarah, I get one gift of grace by email, and another via Face Book Messenger! Grace abounds!

 

The first is from my mentor, colleague, friend and occasional ghost writer, Christina “Christy” Garvan from St. Timothy’s School for Girls; some reflections on our shared Covid New Normal, called: No Norman in New Normal

 

“This Season has got to be its own. Two pristine Advent calendars are plunked in the living

room. The calendars depict versions of old-fashioned country and town Christmas scenes. My

sister recently sent this year’s Norman Rockwell one. The painting on it is quaint, snowy, busy,

and not one iota like 2020. I have been assiduously avoiding the wee doors. I do not want to

see what treasures lie in wait. Maybe we have to open some other doors and see what 2020

demands. Rockwell’s “Winter of our Content” can stay in lockdown.

 

“2020 holidays are bringing challenges. Let us lean into them and find ways to celebrate.

Holidays always move us from seeing as a child to seeing as an adult and they mercilessly

demand growing up. Usually, we have some time and can move with baby steps. 2020 is a

brutal mistress in life’s game of Mother- May- I. The year is in charge of everything and is

commanding us, the confused players to say “yes, I will” to some giant steps. So here we go

“Mother May I celebrate in this bleak winter?”

“Yes, you may, but only if you put Norman Rockwell away.”

 

“For many cards, decorations, gifts, food and music fill the holidays. They each scream to be

amended in 2020. Cards recounting the adventures and successes of children and

grandchildren need to give way to simple expressions of love, interest, forgiving and genuine

care for the recipient. It’s hard to know what suffering is at the other side of an exchange but

compassion and reaching out can be a light for someone. Less is more. A handwritten, “I miss

you” or “I am sorry” or “I have been thinking of you” might just help someone suffering with the

isolation and loss these months have wrought.

 

“Decorations delight in two ways. The one who puts them up enjoys the splendor and others

can smile and rejoice as they “spectate.” 2020 means we have to watch from a distance and not

swarm the favored glittering wonders. Let’s appreciate every candle and light as free gifts to

show hope in a dark winter. It’s fine to drive by and cheer on the magnificent and the small

without comparing, evaluating and demeaning. Each decorator has offered a bright spot. We

can quietly, masked and at a distance, appreciate these beacons.

 

“Gifts have already emerged into the new universe run by Covid-19. Our Governor and County

Executives have bid us to patronize small, local businesses. Also, The Sun has run stories about

charities and how they are managing without their in-person events. The Sun has never

avoided the accounts of suffering throughout the world. Giving locally and globally uses

resources to beget resources. Let’s give gently and let our gifts benefit the ones struggling and

the recipients all at once.

 

“Preparing, sharing and eating special foods has since time immemorial been how we recognize

the gift of life. The frightful curtain of the virus has forced this precious daily ritual to be

examined anew. During lockdowns many took on bread making. Schools opened to provide

breakfast and lunch. Many carried boxes of groceries to the doors of elders who waved

gratefully from their windows. Like the Drop-off-courses and ZOOM Thanksgivings did,

December’s feasts too can make inventive journeys through the woods to metaphorical

Grandmother’s house. We can all eat and share our sour dough bread. Many are hungry and

they sit at our table in 2020.

 

“The pandemic has cutoff many public performances of music. Yet music itself can ring loudly

and proudly to every ear in this bitter winter. Radio concerts and programs stay strong for all.

Whether it is an Anglican boys’ choir or “Jingle Bell Rock” the Corona Grinch cannot stop the

magic. So, sing, dance, go wild while always socially distancing yourself from infecting others.

Music has a fast track straight to the soul. At holidays the notes reach us at a different place

each year. We sing and smile and we sing and weep for the ones who sang with us before and

now are gone. In this Season of the Pandemic our singing is no different from all those of our

past. We sing for joy. We sing for lost youth. We sing because we must. We sing so our

neighbor can smile. We sing to thank our god for life and to grieve for its loss.”

By Christy Garvan, Towson, Maryland

 

Then, I’ve been reading "Ring Out, Wild Bells," a poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Published in 1850, the year he was appointed Poet Laureate of England. It forms part of In Memoriam, Tennyson's elegy to Arthur Henry Hallam, his sister's fiancé who died at the age of twenty-two. It is a poem of grief, hope, desire, love and faith all rolled into one. It seems to speak to the emotional Covid roller coaster in deep and mysterious ways, while it seeks the coming of yet another New Normal. Out of the blue, another friend, mentor, colleague, and multi-instrumentalist, Jared Denhard, links me up to a Canadian folk singer-songwriter, Alana Levandoski, who has put Tennyson to music so we can sing! We sing for joy. We sing for lost youth. We sing because we must. We sing so our neighbor can smile. We sing to thank our God for life and to grieve for its loss.

Ring out, wild bells from In Memoriam

    Alfred, Lord Tennyson / Arranged: Alana Levandoski

 

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,

   The flying cloud, the frosty light:

   The year is dying in the night;

Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

 

Ring out the old, ring in the new,

   Ring, happy bells, across the snow:

   The year is going, let him go;

Ring out the false, ring in the true.

 

Ring out the grief that saps the mind

   For those that here we see no more;

   Ring out the feud of rich and poor,

Ring in redress to all mankind.

 

Ring out a slowly dying cause,

   And ancient forms of party strife;

   Ring in the nobler modes of life,

With sweeter manners, purer laws.

 

Ring out false pride in place and blood,

   The civic slander and the spite;

   Ring in the love of truth and right,

Ring in the common love of good.

 

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;

   Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;

   Ring out the thousand wars of old,

Ring in the thousand years of peace.

 

Ring in the valiant man and free,

   The larger heart, the kindlier hand;

   Ring out the darkness of the land,

Ring in the Christ that is to be.

 

Despite our reluctance and resistance to change, after all is said and done, Advent is meant to remind us that God always has a New Normal in store for us, if only we will allow ourselves to step beyond the comfort of where we are into the New Normal God’s Dream for this world of ours – just as our forbearers in faith, Abraham, Sarah, David and Mary miraculously do. What Soren Kierkegaard called a “leap of faith.” The New Normal is not always easy, as Mary is to find out in Holy week. But it is always surprising and brings us closer to the God who loves us and cares for us and wants to be part of who we are and who we are becoming. For out of Good Friday comes Resurrection. Talk about a New Normal! Like Mary, we need not be afraid. For nothing will be impossible for God! Bring it on! Ring out, wild bells! Ring out the darkness of the land! Ring in the Christ that is to be!

Amen. It is truth. It is so.

 

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