This is Johnâ€™s testimony when the Jewish leaders in Jerusalem sent priests and Levites to ask him, â€œWho are you?â€ John confessed (he didnâ€™t deny but confessed), â€œIâ€™m not the Christ.â€
John 1:6-8, 19-28 – The Third Sunday of Advent â€“ for Sunday, December 14, 2014
â€œThis is Johnâ€™s testimony when the Jewish leaders in Jerusalem sent priests and Levites to ask him, â€˜Who are you?â€™â€ (John 1:19)
When the â€œWho are you?â€ Gospel question is proclaimed from pulpits on Adventâ€™s third Sunday, a few pew dwellers might quietly complain, â€œHow come grouchy John is still hanging around when weâ€™re this close to Christmas?â€
Isnâ€™t Advent preparing us for the birth of Maryâ€™s child? And yet hereâ€™s a bit from John the Baptist, thirty odd years after Jesus was born, prattling on about who he was not.Are you the Christ? Nope. Are you Elijah? Nope. Are you the prophet? Nope.
Â So negative!
Who was John? Well (to extend the negativity), he also wasnâ€™t much of a conversationalist.
However, in todayâ€™s preparation for Christmas, the writer of Johnâ€™s Gospelâ€”no relation to John the Baptizer, aka John the Nope-sterâ€”did offer a powerful Advent question . . .
Who are you?
By this yearâ€™s Advent lectionary journey, the preacher hasnâ€™t read any verses about, and the congregation hasnâ€™t heard any hints of, the Christmas storyâ€™s usual suspects. Thereâ€™s been no mention of the dreamer Joseph, the ever-faithful Mary, the devious Herod, the any-tax-is-a-good-tax Quirinius, the innkeeper who never appeared in scripture, the lowly shepherds, the abandoned sheep, the talking cattle, or the wise magi from the east. But even though none of the main or supporting human characters in the manger drama has yet been mentioned, all will eventually confront the same question. Indeed, all mortals do . . .
Who are you?
Better still is the more personal, and personally challenging, variation: Who am I? This query is the third Sunday of Adventâ€™s pre-Christmas gift. Open it if you dare.
It is tempting to follow Johnâ€™s lead and stay safely negative with the answers:I am not faithful enough. I am not worthy enough. I am not strong enough. I am not . . . Â
After all, the modern Advent of Merry Consumerism reveals the worst in us. We are shell-shocked by shopping (or that we should be shopping and arenâ€™t and feel guilty). We are bludgeoned by real and imagined obligations. Our ears are numbed with Rudolfâ€™s red nose followed by angels we have heard on high while riding a one horse open sleigh and frolicking with Frosty the Snowman during a white Christmas as the little town of Bethlehem slumbers. Artificial holiday trees sprung up (so to speak) before the neighborhood kids tricked or treated at the door. Thereâ€™s an office party looming and weâ€™re assigned to go to Costco to get the cookies, even though no one ate them last year. The weather outside is frightful. We live in a place where it doesnâ€™t snow and wish it did; we live in a place where we wish the snow would melt as soon as Christmas was over. The faux mistletoe hangs everywhere and has never proven helpful for kissing Santa, let alone anyone else we preferred to kiss.
Thus, we are cranky. For the sake of the kids (or the spouse, or the in-laws, or our friends, or our fellow pew-dwellers), we wear masks of happiness. This hallowed season is mostly hollow and we canâ€™t wait to get to next year.
Open your Advent present. Who are you . . . Who am I?
Can the question John the Baptist was asked instead rattle us enough to birth honest answers? For Christâ€™s sake, will Iâ€”will youâ€”be the one who is first to forgive? First to welcome the stranger? First to admit mistakes? First to not hold a grudge? First to share fears? First not to judge? First to say â€œNoâ€ to Merry Consumerism and â€œYesâ€ to Holy Hopes?
By this third Sunday of Advent, none of the Christmas taleâ€™s usual suspects have arrived. Except for one. You. Me. We are called to keep stepping forward, and to individually answer the questionâ€”Who am I?â€”that will unmask our part (or our absence) in this ongoing story.