Advent brings the meaning?

forest1Lillan wrote a comment on one of my last posts questioning why there was a lack of meaning in the present if Jesus isn’t going to come back. Thinking about it made me write this blog post. It’s a good question and I think my answer may be unique to my personality but I’d love anyone else’s thoughts.

I’m a pretty glass half empty person. This you will know if you’ve hung around here for more than a minute. I genuinely love people and things about this life but I also know there is so much crap in this world. There is so much pain, hurt and fear in our world and that’s just for those fortunate to live in a non war torn land. It’s a privilege of my place in this world that I don’t live in fear of my life. This world is broken and messed up. There are beautiful moments in the midst of that but they aren’t enough to give meaning if this is all there is. I can’t see it any other way, but please tell me if you can. I’d love to know how.

That Jesus is coming back means that there will one day be a world of no pain, no tears, no warfare, no violence, everything sad will come untrue and we’ll have the option of living in a never ending world with our Maker unable to hurt him or each other anymore. That means I stumble on in this world. That means there is hope. That brings meaning to my everyday world. It means I can endure hardship. It means that there is hope for those who don’t get what they really want in this life. It means broken friendships here will be made new there. It means that we will see loved ones again.

It also means every knee will bow before the king of Kings, Jesus himself. Either a terrifying reality or a wonderful joy. It may be both – a fearsome prospect only to find that he lifts our head, looks deep into our eyes and we finally can believe the truth that we are loved.

If not true I can’t see any point to this life. That might be my extreme all or nothing personality but tell me where the hope is when you look around at the world? How does anyone make sense of it with no wonderful ending?

In the midst of our weary painful lives there is a reality of one who has come into this world and that, I think, stops us despairing entirely. However much we don’t understand of the suffering we experience here there will be a day when it will be taken away forever. Until then all we have is wet eyes, a broken heart and sometimes real joy knowing that Jesus has come and will come again. I can’t make sense of the world any other way.

Christmas reminds me of this reality. It reminds me that extraordinary things can happen, that the barren woman will rejoice, that the lonely will be put in families, that the blind will see, the deaf hear and the lame walk. One day our husband will come for his bride. One day we will feast on aged meat and fine wine. One day we will laugh and cry with relief. This life will seem like a bad dream as we see our world renewed and dancing for joy.

I can’t see the meaning without that future awaiting us.

What do you reckon?

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A new metaphor for life right now. And some advent :)

forestThe explosion has gone off and slowly I’m being pieced back together, bits of me that remained from before have been glued back on, sometimes in strange places. New pieces are forming in the shape that makes up me and as I slowly rise to my feet and look around  I notice I’m in a strange new land. I appear to still be some form of Kath but this land is new. This land is very different from before. People come and go, they visit me here and we remain friends but this landscape has altered.

The view is no longer here. There is no vast horizon before me. There is only forest. As far as the eye can see, forest. Trees dappled in light as the sun shines through the leaves but this is all I can see. This glade in the forest. I sense that there might be paths to and from the glade, how else did the others get here?  I can’t make them out yet. All I can see are trees, trees and more trees.

Like the old adventure computer game that me and my brother used to play I sense there are exits North, South, East and West and that someday soon I might venture out of this glade. But for now my horizons are limited. Today is all I have, this moment is all I have. Time shifts and I can’t conceive of a land beyond right now. I’m surrounded.

I’m not sure how to interact with the world I used to know, is it still there? Am I still me? What do people see when they look at me now? My soul lives still in a world which knows pain and struggle and yet I look like I have it all, do people turn from me thinking I’ll never understand? Have I received the label of ‘mother’ and so my life is assumed from now on? Questions threaten to undo me. Fears swirl around and I cling tightly to the one who dwells with me still in this forest. Immanuel is here. The word has become flesh and made his dwelling amongst us, he’s moved into the neighborhood and the darkness does not know what to do with him. He is my identity, my rock, my fortress. The one who teaches me how to live in this strange new world, to push past the perceptions and love those around me well even in the midst of this narrowed horizon world.

Your correspondent, as ever writing to remind herself of some big fat truths and figure out just what is going on in her head.

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3 Years ago…

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It’s time for my annual mushy post. I figure I’m allowed one of these once a year to celebrate the wonder that is husbandface. 3 years ago now I walked down an aisle grinning inanely at my husband to be as he stared at the ceiling and tried not to cry. 3 years of stumbling through this life together holding hands and being held tight through the storms and calms that events have brought to us.

We seem to like doing life changing stressful events at the end of each year. Year 1 we got married and moved in together, he changed jobs and we moved house at the end of it. Year 2 we lived through his mum dying of cancer and storms threatened to engulf us. Year 3 I got a crazy weird job, gave it up, was pregnant through it all and our beautiful son was born. Not an easy year by any stretch of the imagination, I think I’ve soaked more of his jumpers in tears than ever before this year, and that’s saying something.

I stand by what I wrote last year. I have deeply loved walking through another year holding on tight to each other and being held together by our Maker and friend. I’m in awe of what a great Dad he’s already making and am so so grateful for our life together. So as ever, raise your glasses to husbandface. He’s brilliant.

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Dear 16 yr old me…

fault in our starsI’ve just finished the excellent book by John Green, ‘The Fault in our Stars’. You should know about John and read his book. He’s all over youtube and is one of those American types who actually believes that the world can be changed and, with his brother Hank, does something about it in an intelligent and thoughtful way. He wants to decrease world suck and that’s a pretty awesome thing. So you know, check him out.

Anyways, the book is all about a teenage girl with cancer. Cheery I know. But excellent in so many ways. This post really isn’t about the book though, it just got me thinking. Reading it took me off on a tangent of pondering my teenage self all over again and wondering what I would write now to my 16yr old self. Seems like a typical ‘blog’ thing to do and as I’m fresh out of new blog ideas at the moment I’m thinking, well why not?

So.

Dear 16 year old Kath.

Firstly you will ditch the Kat for Kath in a couple of years when you get to university.  But, Kat? What were you thinking? Did you think it made you look cool? Oh wait, I know the reason, and yeah, I’m sorry about that. You took it up because Katherine was a bit, well, too girly wasn’t it? We’ll get to that in a bit. But know that Kath suits you and you don’t really remember being anyone else after a while.

As most of our personality hasn’t changed all that dramatically in the last 18 years (what?where did that time go?) I’ll start with some over analysis.  I’m not sure that even if this was technically possible I would actually write to you, I think some things you need to just find out and experience yourself. Obviously. If we all had a letter when we were 16 telling us the future we’d probably freak out and spend the rest of our lives worrying about how we were going to cope with each event. That’s the nice thing about a lack of time travel, we just have to deal with stuff as it arrives.

Yep. You are still a deep thinker, that never went away, maybe less self pitying and a bit more rational and you certainly deal with the darkness better these days, although the blackness never fully went away, sorry.

So accepting that you’ll never actually read this there are a few things to say.

It gets better. Pump up the Volume was right, life at school really is the pits. It gets better. You make amazing friends, you have an awesome time from Uni onwards. The insecurity sticks around for a long time, the darkness still comes over you but it gets so much better than this. You’ll find yourself in situations you never thought you would, you’ll lead teams of students abroad, you’ll face fears, you’ll be able to speak in public without going red and struggling to breathe. People will listen to you and think you wise (we’ll know better eh). This happens because God doesn’t give up on those he starts work in, remember your baptism? Good work started right there and He’s taken you on many adventures since. It gets better.

You are a beautiful woman. It will take you so long to get this but get it you will. You are beautiful. One day you will lie beside someone else who looks at you and sees deep shining beauty, still you’ll doubt- but he won’t. He’ll see his beautiful bride and be crazy about you. But even before he comes along you’ll finally know that it doesn’t matter if others find you beautiful or not. You’ll know as you’ve never known before that you have been made a beautiful woman who loves deeply, who smiles long and loud, who is known and loved. One day you’ll stop covering your body in baggy clothes, you’ll stop being scared to wear things that make it obvious that you are a woman and you’ll feel comfortable in your own skin. One day lovely, one day. I wish it was sooner,  I wish you’d get this today and save years of heartache but your Lover comes and rescues you and then gives you a smaller less perfect lover to reflect some of that love in a really human way.

You’ll have that family which you think you’ll get instantly when you go to Uni. Well thankfully you don’t find it there like Mum and Dad did, although not for want of looking. You’ll get over the weird crushes and the awkward moments and yes it will be good that you and him never became more than good friends, remember that through the pain eh.

You’ll not meet someone until you are 31, and you’ll be incredibly grateful for that. Not all the time mind you. Your 20s will be taken up with fighting for the wonder of contentment and wholeness without that weird promise of someone to complete you. Even when he comes along he won’t.

In those years your Lover will show you that you are loved everlastingly without the need for someone else to validate your existence, you’ll make deep lasting friendships, you’ll go on amazing holidays, you’ll help others struggling to believe the same thing and you’ll know that life is about so much more. But then out of the blue, when you are least expecting anything he’ll walk onto the stage and you’ll not really work out what life was like before him. Like a comfortable shoe that perfectly fits you’ll not remember the breaking in or the being introduced. It’s like he’s always been around and suddenly it makes no sense to live life apart. Odd how that happens.

Then, you’ll make another life. Who is currently wiggling beside me so I’m going to be quick. Life is still hard, don’t get me wrong, just because you now have things that mean you’d win that silly game of life if you played it doesn’t mean that it’s easy. It’s hard to love and be loved. It’s hard to die to yourself and it’s hard to live well, content in the moment. The point of this letter isn’t to say, it gets better cos you’ve got amazing stuff now. It gets better because God has never let you go, and has patiently worked in your life and won’t ever give up doing that. Which, strangely is what I need to hear at 34 as much as you do at 16.

So, go on, keep remembering that as you muddle through this crazy thing called life.

 

 

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Advent continues…

hopeA few posts ago I admitted I don’t really believe Jesus is going to come back.  It’s too weird to contemplate such a future.  My good Christian brain part of me knows the ‘right’ answer. God apparently is exercising patience and has a very different view of time to us. Hmm. But still I find it all too improbable. The trouble is if I don’t believe in Jesus coming back and the end of this world and the beginning of the best story yet to be told then I’m stuck. Stuck with no hope and a pointless present.

So I will look for hope.  I will imagine and ponder what is to come. I will long for the day to come when he will call out my name. I will long for the tears to be wiped away and I will look for the dawn. Hope is real. There apparently is much to hope for. He has come. He will come again.

I pray this prayer from my prayer book which reminds me daily as I walk through advent that Jesus will return. I might not believe he’s coming back but I have one who holds my unbelief and who I can ask for help from in tasting hope again.

“God of hope, fill me with edge of the seat anticipation as I wait for that unimaginable day when I will be crowned with glory and honour, hear you call out my name and have you wipe away every tear from my eyes. May my hope for that good future temper the tragedy and mess of today. In Christ’s name, amen.”

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