For
the nine and a half year before coming to Sydney we lived in a part of the
country frequented by cyclones and previously I had experience of these storms
in Darwin and the Solomon Islands. It was a rude awakening for this Kiwi who
had lived deep in the South and started life in Australia in the South, and who
grew up with cyclones being mentioned rarely on the news prior to moving to Darwin,
the Solomon’s or Townsville. One thing I did learn about cyclones was to expect
the unexpected.
More
than once, a beautiful sunny morning has turned into an overcast day spent in locked
inside one’s house waiting in front of the TV weather report with the echo of
sirens warning us in the background. My previous storm experience growing up
was rain, snow and the resultant floods. This included days of weather
coverage, allowing plenty of time to head to the grocery store for bread and
milk, prepare for potential power outages, and pray that the storm would only
be bad enough to close school for a couple of days!
In
terms of expecting and waiting for the Messiah, the Jewish people seemed to
have more of this second kind of weather experience. After all, their Messiah
was prophesied for generations, giving them theoretically plenty of time to
prepare. Yet, what God intended for their salvation was something totally
unexpected. Today as we begin our Advent season, we can read various scriptures
about waiting. The scripture passages in Luke tell as part of the story of a
devout Jewish man performing a sacred duty only to encounter something
completely unexpected.
As
a priest, Zechariah no doubt had spent his life waiting for the promised
Messiah. Longing for the salvation of his people, he probably spent many hours
praying for the fruition of God’s plan. He probably believed that he had a
handle on what to expect from the Messiah. As he prepared for his
once-in-a-lifetime service opportunity in the temple, Zechariah’s main concern
was most likely performing his service as perfectly as possible. He surely
wasn’t anticipating a powerful personal encounter with God. As Luke 1 opens,
Zechariah and his wife, Elizabeth, are what we might call “seniors or elders.”
They are upright Jews who have lived righteous lives. Like other Jews, they
have probably spent their lives expecting the Messiah.
Expectation
has filled their home in other ways for many years, however. Zechariah and
Elizabeth are childless. No doubt for years (millennia before medical science
could address such things) Zechariah and Elizabeth waited, expected,
anticipated a child, only to be disappointed year after year. I can imagine Elizabeth’s
prayers to God as she remembered the miracle stories of women like Sarah and
Hannah. By the time of Zechariah’s temple service, however, any hope or
expectation for a child has long subsided. It is probably the farthest thing
from Zechariah’s mind that morning as he prepares. He may be expecting, even
hoping, for a God moment, but he never expects that God’s plan for the
redemption of God’s people will personally involve Zechariah and Elizabeth,
answering their personal prayers in a way they never could have anticipated.
Upon
entering the temple to burn the incense, Zechariah encounters the angel
Gabriel. Startled by the presence of the angel, he is immediately told not to
be afraid and then informed of God’s plan to send a son (named John) to him and
Elizabeth, including John’s destiny as the predecessor to the coming of the
Lord. I have often thought at this point that the angel is a little hard on
Zechariah. After all, this is a lot of information for a priest who thought he
was going inside the temple to burn incense. He may have been concerned that
the angel had the wrong person. After clarifying with he is struck silent until
the time that his son is born.
I
can imagine an excited Zechariah exiting the temple anxious to share his news,
waving his arms around in a kind of crazy charades-like sign language, only to
be stared at by the onlookers. Months will pass before Zechariah’s speech
returns and he names his son John. Expectation was a powerful part of the
belief system of the Jewish people. They expected God to send someone to
restore their people to their status as God’s chosen people, evident to all
through the strength of their kingdom. They expected God to operate as God had
throughout the ages. They expected miracles and wonders ushered in by a
powerful chosen man of God.
They
were expecting what Isaiah 9 describes, one who will reign on David’s throne,
establishing and upholding through justice and righteousness. They were not
expecting God’s plan to begin with an elderly priest, his wife, and a young
peasant girl. To be fair, this plan would have shocked no one more than it
shocks Zechariah. As he processes this over his months of silence, I imagine
Zechariah spends hours thinking about God’s plans, and how very different it is
from what he expected. God was sending a Messiah for them personally and this plan
may not have included a new monarch or a military victor. God may not have
chosen to crush their enemies in some miraculous way.
Even
better, however, God chose to send a Messiah to intersect their lives
personally. Just as Zechariah experienced in the temple, God intended to draw
God’s people closer than ever, by meeting them personally where they were. On
this first Sunday of Advent, we are expecting the coming Christ. We are
reflecting on God’s promise to God’s children throughout the ages to send One
who will offer salvation to all. Let us remember as we begin this journey the
great news that God is the God of the unexpected. Just when we think we’ve
figured out how God works, God does something in our lives that is totally
unexpected. Our God meets us in those places we least expect, just as our God
met Zechariah.
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