In this morning’s advent meditation, parts of several verses in Isaiah 64 sprung to my attention:
“Because you hid yourself we transgressed. We have all become like one who is unclean. Now consider, we are all your people. We are all the work of your hand.”
And parts of Mark 13 joined Isaiah:
“He may find you asleep when he comes suddenly. And what I say to you I say to all: Keep awake.”
Despite my uncleanness and my proclivity to be a diseased person, I am still God’s, and I appeal to him as my Creator. I do this “wide awake” and attentive.
Sleep would find me unaware that I have a Creator. Sleep would find me unaware that I am unclean. Sleep would find me unaware that I need a Creator to transform me. Sleep would find me unaware of his sudden coming—unprepared for whatever he would do with me at that moment.
Awake is attentive. Awake is attending to my “dirty and messy” places. Awake is attentive to a Creator who transforms those places.
When does the Creator come to transform those places? Uncertain.
How does he come to transform? Suddenly, unexpectedly.
Do I hope for that transformation? Certainly and uncertainly.
Uncertain hope—the mystery of the advent.