Today we refer to a seldom read passage, Matthew 1:1-17. This is not in the lectionary but is appropriate for Advent.
Maybe you too, like the author of Isaiah, have been so fed up with the world around you, the way things seem to be, that in complete exasperation you have shook your fist at the heavens and declared “Oh, that you would rip open the heavens and descend!”
the paradox at the heart of our tradition, that our God is a merciful judge; that the one who preaches a way that is narrow has a love that reaches wide; the one who is all powerful walks each day beside us.
These stories are a wake-up call for us, a reminder to keep awake to what God has done.
Go and do that which is still left undone to do.
This time of big change in our church is an opportunity for us to re-centre ourselves in the radical heart of our faith, this story of a powerful, saving, reconciling love that knows no limits.
Church is a holy mess. And it always has been. We come as patches of the quilt, willing to be formed into God’s beautiful tapestry.
This is part of that countercultural, alternative reality I keep talking about. How the church is very unlike the world.