The Lights of Christmas Shine

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The Lights of Christmas Shine

December 13, 2023 • The Reverend Allen Pruitt

There is a moment in National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation when Chevy Chase’s Clark Griswold plugs in the Christmas lights and he finally gets to see his vision come to life (after his wife fixes the tripped breaker). In that moment of illumination, Clark’s wife and children huddle around him, his parents get teary with pride, and the magic of Christmas feels possible. The whole Griswold family is surrounded by the light of love.

Then… the power goes out across the city. Then… cousin Eddie arrives. Then… Clark’s Christmas bonus turns out to be a subscription to the Jelly of the Month Club.

I wonder if part of the reason that Christmas Vacation has maintained its relevance is because the movie tells the truth. The truth is that in one moment, we see the brilliance of the light shining in the dark night and in the next, we are out at the gutter with cousin Eddie dealing with… lesser things.

When the Gospel of John told us that the light shines in the darkness, he wasn’t just trying to be poetic. John tells the truth. John reminds us that there is darkness. John reminds us that God knows the hidden places where the shadow tries to cover the light. John also reminds us that the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness will not overcome it.

What gutter are you standing near? What moment of brilliance are you worried is about to be cut short by a tripped breaker? In what hidden place are you hoping to see the Light shine? These are the questions we articulate most clearly during the season of Advent, but they are the questions with which we wrestle in every new year too.

God chose to be born, the brightest light even in the howling darkness. That is a miracle. The light of God shines from each of our faces, born in us as much as any manger. That is a miracle.

We’ll lose sight of it. The breaker will trip; the difficult cousin will arrive; our victory will turn to defeat. We’ll lose sight and forget that the light shines out of us and out of our neighbor too. The darkness will crowd in.

God’s light shines still. God’s light shines in the darkness. And the darkness will never overcome it.

That’s not just the magic of Christmas. That is the truth. That is the victory of God.

Hope in the Face of Despair

May 1, 2024 • The Reverend Connor Gwin

When I was in seminary, I stumbled on poetry. I had read poetry in school, of course, when I was forced to dissect poems in my English classes like an embalmed frog, certain that there was a meaning hidden somewhere between the words. I really met poetry, or fell into poetry, when my life fell apart. I was following the call of God to ordained ministry in seminary when the pilings that kept me afloat started to wobble. In quick succession, I recognized my powerlessness over alcohol, got sober in a twelve-step group, and my father was diagnosed with Stage IV cancer that killed him within a year. Suddenly I had no place in my life (or soul) for prose – for long-winded theories of theology or well-meaning but empty platitudes stitched onto greeting cards or pillows. In the rubble, I met Christian Wiman. I didn’t start with his poetry, but his poetic memoir called My Bright Abyss. In beautiful prose he recounts growing up in a fundamentalist Christian family in West Texas, becoming an “ambivalent atheist” at Washington and Lee University, and deciding to become a poet. His story turned when he met his wife (great love) and was diagnosed with an incurable form of blood cancer (great suffering). Suddenly, the waves of his life thrust him upon the rocks of his Christian faith. A different faith than he was raised with, to be sure, but a durable faith that held him while his world fell apart. Wiman has survived his incurable cancer for almost twenty-years. He has found himself in his death bed three times and yet now is in remission. He has written many books of poetry that I have come to love, and a new book about hope in the face of despair called Zero at the Bone: Fifty Entries Against Despair. His is not a platitude-filled faith. He lives with gritty hope and faith amid despair and the shadow of death. He writes this, “Faith steals upon you like dew: some days you wake and it is there. And like dew, it gets burned off in the rising sun of anxieties, ambitions, distractions.”

Celebrate the Knowing

April 24, 2024

Throughout the year, each member of the Christ Church staff begins our weekly staff meeting with a devotion. It is my honor to share this recent devotion written by Financial Assistant Sandy Dyer. May your knowing guide you in faith, strengthen you in hope, and fill you with boundless love for God and neighbor. Have you ever been haunted by a Bible verse? I thought a lot about using a different word. Maybe “pursued.” It did not seem right to use the word “haunted,” but a few months ago The Reverend Connor Gwin used it in reference to someone’s commentary on the Bible, so I thought, “oh I’m good.” Many of us are familiar with the first half of 1 Corinthians 13 that explains what love is. It’s long been associated with marriage ceremonies: “Love is patient, love is kind, it is not easily angered…” When I read it, I tend to associate it with how Jesus loves me. Mainly because my love fails all the time. The love mentioned here never fails. Jesus’ love is complete. As I’ve meditated on these verses over the years to encourage myself, I’ve tended to gloss over the second half of 1 Corinthians 13. Here’s where the haunting comes in. The second half of 1 Corinthians 13 has come to mind many times over the past nine months. (I’m a slow learner.) I know what it says. I remember the words, but I’ve only sat down and read them twice because when I do, they seem to overwhelm my spirit to the point where tears start streaming from my eyes. It’s weird – I’m not crying. It’s not emotional, but it’s doing something to my heart, mind, and soul. When it started, I would resist it. But I’ve learned to let the waterworks flow and rest in them letting the Word do its work. Even thinking about taking the time to think about these verses overwhelms me. It’s healing and painful in a unique way that I cannot understand or explain. So, if you’ve seen me with red eyes looking distraught the past few months, I’ve probably been thinking about these words (or trying not to think about them): “For we know in part, and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears… For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.” What is hitting hard is the idea that when completeness comes, I will be fully known. I will see fully and know fully. Currently I see myself as in a mirror. It’s a reflection. Not a true representation of myself. It’s close, but not all there is. I’m not sure if the completeness it speaks of is Jesus returning and then we can fully know all the mysteries of love, or if this is an invitation to be open to being fully known by God. I do know the process isn’t enjoyable. It’s uncomfortable. It’s painful love, not warm fuzzy love. Recently, I traveled to Michigan to be with and help my mom recover from spine surgery. She had an overgrowth of bone removed and two screws put in her spine to alleviate constant nerve pain. After the surgery, the doctor reported the surgery could not have gone better and told us something strange. “Your mom has had a spinal birthmark all her life.” Nobody knew. She had no idea; we had no idea. The doctor had no idea until he performed the surgery. But God knew. God knows us fully. Healing can be scary and painful because sometimes it requires surgery. I’m not 100% sure what surgery the Holy Spirit is performing on me through 1 Corinthians 13, but He knows. As far as I can tell I’m working through a longing to fully see God and be seen by him, to fully know God and to be fully known by him. To know his full love for me and to fully love him right back. I think what draws people to Christ Church is that here they feel fully seen, fully known, and fully loved. Whether it’s our neighbors visiting during Room in the Inn, the kids in CCK, people making a purchase in the GoodNews Shop, attending one of the many services, listening to the amazing music, or even visiting while attending a funeral: people feel fully loved here. I am grateful to be part of a church that is transforming hearts.

Practice Looking for the Miracle

April 10, 2024 • The Reverend Allen Pruitt

“This mornin’ a miracle happened as promised: the rising of the world’s closest star.” - Willi Carlisle We always have a choice: embrace life as a gift, a miracle, a wondrous cacophony of things that could have gone differently but instead brought us to this moment – OR – start checking emails in the middle of an eclipse. I went home Monday afternoon just in time to pass a pair of eclipse glasses back and forth with my wife. We didn’t make the trek a few hundred miles north and west to see the totality. Perhaps that will come in 20 years or maybe we’ll make our way to Australia in 2028. People tell me that being in the path of totality is a spiritual experience, but I’ve got to say that 82% was pretty remarkable. It’s a strange thing to realize just how far the light of the sun reaches and the warmth it provides from such a distance. Looking up through those black shades, nothing is visible, only darkness, until your gaze turns to the sun. It’s then that I began to understand how light from our nearest star appears in shady glens, even when the sunset has taken it just below the horizon. That the underside of every leaf is visible sometime during the day because of a burning ball of gas some 93 million miles away. Miraculous. We always have a choice: take all of that warmth and light for granted or soak it in and give thanks. Now is a particularly good time to give thanks for the light and the warmth. Not only has winter passed and the heat of summer not yet come, but we are also in the midst of the Easter season. It’s just a little more than a week since we proclaimed a man rising from the dead! How many times have I thought about that miracle since standing up in church and saying, “Alleluia, Christ is Risen!”??? Christ is risen, whether I think about it or not. Christ is risen and God goes on creating whether we celebrate it or not, whether we acknowledge it or not. We have new life because of who God is, not because of how keenly we keep watch. I don’t have to contemplate the miracle of new life to make it happen. The underside of every leaf is lit by our star whether I look at them or not, but I’m likely to miss it all unless I open my eyes. Which brings me back to checking my emails during an eclipse. After passing the glasses to my wife, I reflexively pulled my phone out of my pocket. After all, it was 3:03 on a Monday afternoon – work needed doing. As I looked down to swipe open the Outlook app, I noticed the shadows from my favorite tree. I put my phone back in my pocket and I watched the dappled light dance across the grass I try to keep alive, and the oakleaf hydrangeas that we planted so the place would feel more like home and the chartreuse anise plants we put alongside them to keep the deer away. I saw a dozen familiar things, but I saw them all in a new light – literally a unique light – a light that will never come across that back yard again. I eventually got to those emails. A few were timely, most were junk. Our work demands our attention, and I am grateful for meaningful work in a good place. What a shame it would have been if I’d spent even a few minutes of that particular afternoon miracle entranced by my email instead of entranced by the dappled light. We always have a choice. Practice looking for the miracle. Now, if I can just start to remember that sending an instantaneous message across any distance and reading it on my phone is also a wonder, then my eyes will be open to every miracle! I’ll let you know if I get there.