Sermon for the First Evensong in Advent
‘Woe to him who strives with him who formed him, a pot among earthen vessels.’
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Though we set up our trees, put up our lights, hang our wreaths, and establish our Advent Calendars, we are deceived if we believe that this season is a season of cheer. It is a season of waiting. For what do you wait?
A god is coming to you. Not a savior. Not yet. Not a
suffering servant. Not yet. Not the seed of Eve. Not yet. A god.
Behold, Isaiah, His messenger, goes before Him, to make straight His paths, ‘I
am the Lord, and there is no other, beside me, there is no God.’
A god is not coming, but the God, and
there is no other.
You who wait, have you waited for the God, or have you waited for ‘a god?’
You have many gods, for you are pagans, even as I am, for only death makes one
a Christian.
What is it you fear? What is it you love?
Fear poverty, for you love Mammon, yet man
cannot serve both God and Mammon.
Fear loneliness, for you love attention, yet you tremble and are dismayed, for you know not that ‘the Lord God is with you wherever you go.’
Fear shame, for you love honor, yet it is a daughter of the Lord that weeps
upon His feet, and a son of Hell that laughs.
You fear what you love, and you have loved idols. Things made with hands, as
money and material; things not made with hands, like pride and fame; but the
Lord speaks: ‘They shall be put to shame,
and be humiliated, all of them; they shall go to confusion, those makers of
idols.’
It is no small thing to trust in idols, to find your joy in the future
promise of prosperity, of human attention, of worldly fame; these things the
world gives, God cares not if you receive these, only whether you trust in
them; only if you love them. Yet you
love them. ‘You strive with him who
formed you.’
Let him who receives such things in humiliation, receive them in thanksgiving.
Let him who receives such things in arrogance and vanity, receive them in
terror.
For you who long after human things and human honors long after man-made
creations. Man himself was made, and all he makes is doubly made, for man
himself is a thing made, and ‘woe to him
who strives with him who formed him.’
The God is coming, the only God, the one true God.
He declares, and demands you listen, lest you perish: ‘I am the Lord, and there is no other, beside me there is no God; I
form light and create darkness; I make peace and create evil. I, the Lord, do
all these things.’
This God is coming, for there is no
other. How then shall you, who are wicked, await His coming?
Set up your tree, you who damned yourself by a tree, and confess by it that you
are children of Adam, who damned all humanity.
Put up your lights, you who dwell in
darkness, and confess that apart from the God who comes, you shall never
know light, for He is the light of the
world.
Hang your wreaths, you who are mortal,
and confess that you cannot contend with His
Spirit, which is ever living, and everlasting, the beginning and end.
Put upon your walls your Advent calendar, and pray ‘Lord, teach us to number our days.’
‘For dust thou art, to dust thou shalt return.’
[All these customs seem meaningless, but they are signs rendered by those in
prison, who have nothing but time, and hope. Those who await liberation.]
All things die, and return to the earth. Even the faithful shall die, and the
grave shall consume them.
What prayer shall you render from the grave?
Even now, ten thousand million baptized dead from everlasting to everlasting
cry out ‘Rain down, you heavens, from
above, and let the skies pour down righteousness; let the earth open, that
salvation and righteousness may bear fruit.’
For behold, from the dust of our mortality shall be born the seed of Eve;
and not just the seed of Eve, but a god. And not just a god, but the God; not
just the God, but a suffering servant; not just a suffering servant, but the Savior.
From the dust of Holy Mary, who has
opened and received the Word of heaven, the water of creation, [the righteousness of the skies] shall
come forth our only hope and wealth, our sole friend and honor, for Mary, the
mother of God, shall bear forth the Son of God, the Lamb, the ruler of the earth, that all who have been made sons
of God by baptism might rise with Him from death into immortality; shall be
born of the dust of these earthen graves unto the ages of ages by Him who opens the doors, and cuts the bars
of iron.’
Therefore, ‘Let the earth open.’
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‘There is no God
beside him.’
Preached by Pastor
Fields
Sermon Text: Isaiah
45:2-8