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Fruit Can’t Wait


It may sound strange to hear it, but I’ve been waiting to call you all a brood of vipers all week! It’s not because you are particularly horrible. It just seems like a funny thing to say in the era of church shopping and relational ministry. It’s kind of a tough sell that John the Baptizer dishes up this week. Isn’t it? Just like a few Sundays back – when we had Christ on the cross – it seems kind of “Lenty”. It seems less “Silent Night” and more “Balm in Gilead.”

Maybe that’s why – even more than calling you vipers – I’ve wanted to wish you a penitent Advent. We seem to be so caught up as a culture over saying, “Merry Christmas,” that we’ve forgotten what it means. We forget that wishing someone a Merry Christmas actually refers to the day of the “Christ Mass” and the days that follow are actually the Christmas season. We’ve allowed culture to dictate what the church once proclaimed. We’ve forgotten that there are some things we need to do before we can truly be swept up in the magic of the season. I’m not talking about cleaning the house or hanging decorations or shopping for the perfect gift to make someone go “Ah.” 

Although, maybe I am… just a little. Nobody likes to dust, right? Nothing confirms that you’ve not been dusting like decorating. Don’t you dare go hang that on my wife, now. We both cook. We both clean. Sure, we could get the kids a little more involved in projects like these, but like I said – no one really likes to dust. There is some repentance in realizing your role in the dust on your shelves. 

Today is the day in or time of preparation and celebration where we stop and get real about the dust, or whatever metaphor works for you, in our lives and in our world. I mentioned earlier what a tough sell that is. It seems like it would have been harder during John’s time, but what a draw that guy had. Baptisms with public confession of sin? Wow. That would be chapter 1 in the book of “How to run off prospective church members.” 

What about the existing members, the Pharisees, and the Sadducees? He told them to go away and bear fruit worthy of righteousness. So, we’re earning our salvation now? That’s certainly one way his words have been interpreted in the past, but we know that we are saved by grace and grace alone. Maybe it’s not so much that we have to become worthy in order to be saved. Maybe it’s that we aren’t supposed to wait until we repent of the bad in order to do the good.

The thing is, even as we seek to bear fruit worthy of repentance, you can’t demand that a tree produce fruit immediately. If I went out to talk to our two memorial fruit trees over by the education wing, I’d still have to wait a while. That doesn’t mean that nothing is happening, though. The root system is already working on bringing in nutrients. The leaves are already converting sunlight into sugar. There’s a metabolic process that’s happening right under our noses, even though we can’t see it.

It kind of reminds me of an older gentleman in the church I served in Chester, VA. He used to say, “You’re always changing. You’re either green and growing or brown and rotting. Today I choose to be green.” The really interesting thing is that he also had a heart condition and expected that each day could be his last. Somehow, he still outlived expectations, and his appreciation for the gift of each day led to greater generosity and purpose than it ever would have without it.

Among other things, he taught me that a stump is never just a stump. The possibility of life is always contained in the roots, and sometimes it bursts forth as a new branch, a new possibility, a new iteration of the old and familiar tree that once stood and grew tall against the wind. The Prophet Isaiah certainly knew this, and he used it as a symbol of hope for his people during a period of occupation where they had been dispersed and conquered by a foreign power.

The promise of the shoot of Jesse was a specific symbol of hope in the active presence of God. It was a symbol of hope that the way things were wasn’t the way they would stay, and it was particularly focused on the poor, the needy, and the vulnerable. It was a vision where predator and prey may care for one another, and even share a meal. A child could play, even with a brood of vipers like us, and not be harmed.

I admit that it’s kind of a bizarre image, but I think what God wants us to see in this image is the hope that we might one day all be as swept up in the love of God as the world was in the waters of the flood! Imagine it. Imagine being held by the knowledge of God’s love as though it were all around you. We often describe God’s Spirit as being like the air or wind, but what if it were more like water? What if God’s love was so immersive that it pressed against your skin and held you? What if it covered the earth like the waters cover the ocean?

You see, I believe that it does. It’s just that not everyone knows it. Not only that, but I believe it is our repentance that opens us to that knowledge. Repentance of our own misgivings immerses us in the waters of God’s all-consuming love. Repentance – truly, honestly confessing our limitations and turning away from self-centeredness – is what can’t wait. The roots of this historic church can’t wait for a whole new trunk to grow. We can’t wait for another season to bear the fruit worthy of repentance!

You see, it was never about our worthiness anyway. It has always been about God’s willingness to love and to move into the world, even though the likes of you and me. Whether you call it the Christmas Season or the Season of Advent; whether you wish someone “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays” (or more accurately, Holy Days) the invitation of this day is to recognize that there is a God, and it’s not you. It definitely isn’t me, but we have been given one another to proclaim that God is moving us – even here and even now – toward a greater experience of peace.

Be careful though, because repentance that is real and true is disruptive and it is humbling. It is, I believe, the first gift of this season of Holy Days. It’s a gift that we can’t wait to open, and it’s a gift we can’t wait to give – both to God and to ourselves. Repentance is the mirror we look into to see the imperfections we often ignore. It’s also the chance to recognize that the choices we make from this day forward can be more loving, both to ourselves and to others.

John the Baptizer reminds us of this gift, but he also promises that Jesus is coming to “separate the wheat from the chaff” so that the chaff may be burned,
and the wheat preserved. As scary as that may sound – especially after hearing the unfruitful trees are also to be burned – we can take heart in knowing that we are yet immersed in God’s love. In that love, our imperfections are drawn away – like the chaff to be burned. In that love, our ability to love is increased, and there is greater hope for peace within our lives and without.

 That doesn’t mean the problems will magically disappear, but it does mean that we don’t have to go it alone. It doesn’t mean that we have to become worthy of the hope and peace and love that we long for. It means that we simply live as though we are. 

I don’t mean to say that we should live in denial of the pain and suffering in our lives or of the world. I mean that we are called to stand for something greater. Over the last few years, we’ve been talking about the way this congregation stands for something greater through our offering of hospitality. In fact, we’ve even picked up the theme of “Building a House Where All Are Welcome” for the coming year. 

As we continue to live into that vision together, and as you consider God’s calling in your life this Advent Season, I want to encourage you to keep wrestling with the question, “What can’t wait?” My sincere hope for all of us is that we’ll come to see that we just can’t wait to begin growing in new directions. We just can’t wait to bear fruit that comes from repentance – fruit like humility, self-offering, care for the vulnerable, and the ability to be vulnerable to one another. We just can’t wait to invite others into our fellowship so that they too might know of God’s immersive and pervasive love.

We should be giddy with excitement like a little child over the opportunity to repent because it leads us straight into the arms of the one who offers us peace as only God can give.  God's peace joins even predators and prey in a loving embrace. God's peace even moves into spaces of conflict for the sake of the vulnerable. God's peace proclaims life where there is loss. God's peace can’t wait for us, even as we can’t wait for it, and to God be the glory for that – now and always. Amen!


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