Looking for Jesus in All the Wrong Places (Advent 1)

A sermon for the first Sunday of Advent.

Readings:  Isaiah 2.1-5 and Matthew 24.36-44

It’s Advent again.  The first day of the new liturgical year, and yet, unlike conventional new years, it’s the season of waiting.  The season of expectation.  The season in which clergy across the land dust off their annual sermon about being “awake and alert,” while secretly praying the congregation won’t notice they preached exactly the same thing last year.  

But Advent does matter.  Today Isaiah lifts our eyes to the mountain of the Lord, where all nations stream together in peace, hammering swords into ploughshares and spears into pruning hooks.  A beautiful picture — perhaps modern nations might hammer their nuclear submarines into garden sheds and their attack drones into slightly disappointing air-fryers.  The point is the same: God imagines a world in which humanity finally grows up.  A world beyond fear and competition.  

And then, on to Matthew’s Gospel, in which Jesus gives us a thunderous reminder that no one knows the hour or the day — not the angels, not even the Son.  Only the Father knows when the great unveiling of God’s purposes will take place.  Which of course is rather at odds with those people on the internet who think they’ve cracked the Bible’s numerological codes about the second coming.  Sitting there with a biro, a calculator and a YouTube prophecy channel — they are, let’s put it kindly… enthusiastic, but incorrect.  

And then there’s the elephant in the room: the Rapture.  Those passages about “one taken, one left”.  Entire theologies have been constructed from these few verses, usually involving helicopters, flaming swords, and unfortunate sinners left behind to work in what remains of the civil service.  I’m afraid it’s nonsense.  Jesus is using a classic prophetic image: suddenness.  Unpredictability.  He’s not suggesting that God is planning some kind of cosmic vacuum-cleaner to hoover up the good and leave the rest on the factory floor.  If anything gets raptured, let it be our bad theologies.  

Let’s put it simply: Jesus is not trying to frighten us.  He is trying to wake us.  “Keep awake,” he says.  Not “keep terrified.”  Not “keep speculating.”  Not “keep checking the Book of Revelation against the Daily Mail” (or the ‘Daily Fail’ as we call it in my house).  Keep awake.  Because God’s future isn’t something that crashes through the clouds like a divine meteor.  God’s future is something that breaks in, again and again, every time something true and beautiful and just is done.  

That is Isaiah’s vision.  Not a heavenly evacuation plan, but a future so compelling that all peoples will actually want to walk in its light.  And here’s the outrageous claim of Advent: that future has already started.  The light has already dawned.  The mountain of the Lord is already visible to us – even if still through a veil, darkly.  Which means the “coming of the Son of Man” is not restricted to some far-off cosmic firework display — it is something that happens whenever God’s way becomes real in the world.  

You want to know when Jesus returns?  I’ll tell you exactly when.  

He returns every time a homeless person gets housed, because that is where Jesus said he would be found.  He returns every time a wrong is righted, because Jesus is the one who binds up the broken and sets prisoners free.  He returns every time someone gives their life — their time, their money, their energy — for the sake of another.  You can’t miss him.  He keeps turning up.  He’s practically under our noses.  

So here are three Advent take-aways — three little spiritual sandwiches to put in your pocket for the week ahead.  

First, don’t look up — look around.  Searching the skies for signs of Jesus is like scanning the horizon for the Isle of Wight when you’re already standing in Ryde.  Jesus is not hiding in the atmosphere, sitting on a cloud.  He is hiding in your neighbour.  

Second, don’t wait — participate.  Isaiah’s great vision of peace is not a screensaver.  It requires hammering and welding and building.  It requires showing up for the kingdom, peering through the veil, not day-dreaming about it.  Advent is not an intermission.  It’s a call-up.  The Kingdom is a ‘not yet’ idea – it hasn’t arrived in all its fullness.  But it is also a ‘now’ idea.  It’s already here.  Fragile, under constant threat from the World, from apathy, from faithlessness.  It is a ‘now and not yet’ phenomenon.  

And third, don’t fear the future — create it.  Jesus warns us that the future comes suddenly, yes — but he also shows us that the future can be shaped.  The Kingdom is not a spectator sport – in which we sit back and clap while God does all the work.  Oh, it’s so easy to think ‘everything will be sorted out when Jesus comes to reign’.  But actually, every act of mercy and charity – by you and by me - is a brick in the new Jerusalem.  

So on this first Sunday of Advent, keep awake — not anxiously, but expectantly.  Wake up to the fact that Christ comes to us every day – quite often disguised as the people who need us.  Wake up to the fact that the world God dreams of is not far away but already breaking through the mist around the mountain.  And wake up to the glorious truth that the return of Jesus is not an event we wait for, but a reality we can join in with — here, now, this very day.  

And if by some chance Jesus does decide to return in the clouds this afternoon, then at least we’ll be busy doing something useful when he arrives.  Not staring at the sky with a calculator and a biro.  But hammering swords into ploughshares.  Hammering our fears into compassion.  Hammering our lives into something resembling the love of God — until even we, too, learn war no more.  

So — keep awake.  And keep building.  For the Lord is already on the way.