Summary: Where then can we turn when our possessions do not satisfy, our politicians fail us, our presents get old, and passions whither into pain? Where can we turn? We can turn only to the God of our salvation.
They are nearly gone. The leaves, that is. Rich in the green of spring, they are even more stunning in autumn: gold, auburn, red as if on fire. Then follows the falling leaves and the blowing wind. Finally, only the muted-brown pallor of death remains. This death is followed by cold, biting wind, and the shadow of winter. Yet, it is bearable because we know the Spring, and with its new life, will return.
It’s not so with other deaths. Hold the hand of one dying in a hospital. Visit a loved one in a nursing home, whose mind has left, but whose body still shuffles along. Finally, the grave can no longer be denied. Then, it is much harder to believe in the springtime of life.
The Nicene Creed teaches us to speak of the springtime of life, the body’s resurrection. Although, sometimes, we only want to remember what was. That must have been the disciples’ attitude five days after today’s Gospel reading.
The multitudes shouted their approval and chanted their praise: “Blessed is the One who comes in the name of the Lord!” But then the singing turned to taunting. The beauty of the procession became the ashes of death. The praises became criminal charges and palm branches are exchanged for thorns. They forget the royal welcome and the crowd clamored for an execution. Mother Mary wept her tears and a stranger’s tomb claims the body. Locked doors replaced the welcome’s embrace. Their bright hope darkened into a deep despair.
Such is this world’s cursed life. The world says, “Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die.” But God teaches us something different in the season of Advent. It is a season of repentance, but not in the same way as Lent. The repentance, the turning away from our sins, is in many ways for our own false hopes and expectations, even our inability to wait.
We cannot wait for decorations, for presents, and for parties. Neither do we want to wait for any other pleasures. When we honestly look within, we find our hopes have often been in the possessions and expectations of this world, not in our Savior King.
Yet, the ways of the world inevitably fail us. The world leaves us with a lingering, dull, hollow ache. Yet, our hearts still long for something, something the world cannot fill! What was, what cannot be, and what could have been, will never be.
Where then can we turn when our possessions do not satisfy, our politicians fail us, our presents get old, and passions whither into pain? Where can we turn? We can turn only to the God of our salvation.
Advent is about waiting, not for presents and worldly trinkets, but waiting for Him. You wait for the King, coming to you. “Tell the daughter of Zion, ‘Behold, your King is coming to you, lowly, and sitting on a donkey.’” And why is the king doing this? St. Matthew explains: “This took place to fulfill what was spoken through the prophet.”
What prophet? The Evangelist Matthew assumes we’ll know that it’s Zechariah. Going to Zechariah, we find that Matthew has left out a couple of key words. The full quote: “Rejoice heartily, daughter of Zion; cry out, daughter of Jerusalem! Look! Your king is coming to you. He is righteous and having salvation” (Zechariah 9:9).