In the beginning, the elohim created skies and earth.
Welcome back. Let’s talk about space and time.
Today
is the first Sunday of Advent, which my pastor tells us is a season all to
itself. He began his sermon with a story
about a 1974 encounter with a woman at Vanderbilt University who told him she
had met a man who changed her life.
So,
I’m thinking she met her husband, or she met a doctor whose surgery saved her
life, or she met a celebrity.
She
had met Sun Myung Moon. He would turn
out to be the founder of the Unification Church.
My pastor said he and a friend went to
hear Mr. Moon that day. The meeting
place was not a mountaintop, not a stadium, not beside a river, and not in
heaven, but in the Nashville Ramada Inn.
My pastor said it was the most remarkable two hours of his life. I wish he had elaborated on the latter.
As the sermon unfolded, as indeed all
sermons must at least do, the impression of the story was to illustrate how
uneventful the first Advent would have seemed outsiders. Furthermore, the event it proclaimed, Jesus’s
birth, also would have all the excitement of a Ramada Inn religious gathering circa
1974.
Indeed, the Christian Bible suggests
that Jesus’s birth was not so earth shaking.
Much about his birth is obscure.
We have the earliest Christian writer, Paul, never mentioning a nativity.
Mark, the first gospel, contains no birth narrative. The nativity is absent in the last gospel
written which is John. Only Luke and
Matthew, who include a lot of their words and timelines of Jesus’s life from
Mark, have birth narratives. They are
not the same. Do they agree?
Yes, they do agree. Here’s where and when: something wonderful happened for humanity in
space and time.
Space: something wonderful happened where Jesus was
born. It happened locally to the shepherds
and townspeople; it happened globally to itinerant Magi who visited from other
nations; it happened politically within Judea, a conquered nation of the Roman
Empire.
Time:
something wonderful happened for humanity when Jesus was born. We have one word for time. The Ancient Greeks had two words: chronos and kairos. We get our word
chronology from chronos. Anyone who
has ever recorded their plans on a calendar knows about chronos. That word indicates
clock time.
We
do not have a word for kairos, but we
experience it. Kairos means the right time, which we know in our experience in
phrases like “Seize the day” or “Opportunity knocks.” Kairos
is the right time, the right moment that had to happen the way it did because
it was supposed to happen the way it did given what preceded it. Because it happened the way it did and when
it did, then other events must happen the way they will and when they will.
In
Luke and Matthew’s birth narratives Advent proclaimed the birth of God’s
Messiah in chronos time, which is the
hour in history when Jesus was born; and in kairos time, which is that divine
moment when Hebrew, Greek, and Roman history came together at that one birth--where
and when events that would usher in God’s kingdom on earth were just beginning.
It
would take decades before that "Nashville-Ramada-Inn" event would become
meaningful to millions. It would take
centuries before it would become meaningful to me.
Blessings…
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