The Second Sunday in Advent - December 7, 2025

St. Paul’s - Advent 2 - 12/7/2025

It’s the second Sunday of Advent, which means it’s time to brace ourselves for John the Baptist.  Dressed in camel’s hair and fueled by locusts, the curmudgeonly prophet raises his voice and lets us have it: You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the wrath to come?  Bear fruits worthy of repentance.

If you’re looking for a soft, pillowy entry into the season before Christmas, John isn’t going to provide it.  There’s nothing gentle or saccharine about him.  You brood of vipers!  Repent.  Wake up.  Bear fruit.

The Gospel of Matthew makes a point of telling us that John both appears and cries out in the wilderness.  This is where the crowds gather to hear him — in a landscape that is desolate and barren.  Sound and look familiar? Just walk outside your doors and close by is the wilderness. Why the wilderness?  

Wilderness. A place where there are no houses and no maps. A place of beauty and tests of courage. A place where your guide may be someone entirely different from what you expected.

 Another kind of wilderness. This one in Dallas, a soup kitchen where I volunteered for four years.  \ We made the soup out of discarded vegetables given to us by the produce manager of a local Tom Thumb grocery store. On this salvage, we fed up to 250 people a day.

In the kitchen we had only one rule: if you were obnoxious you had to go outside. We fed people with mental illness, prostitutes, the working poor, alcoholics, men and women on fixed incomes, and homeless teenagers on their way through town. Everyone was welcome.

 Once a lovely woman dressed in a Kelly green cardigan and slacks, a presentable person, came to eat lunch. She started talking to a volunteer from the Latter Day Saints about how she couldn’t eat because someone was pointing at her head. Jackie, our volunteer, said to her very gently, If you sit down for awhile, I’ll watch out for anyone pointing at your head. I’ll be right here, rinsing trays.

           The woman sat down and began to eat. She ate for a few minutes. Then she reached down to pick up something off the floor. When she straightened up, she said, Someone pointed at my head while I was leaning over. Someone pointed at my head.

           Jackie walked over to her and touched her very carefully on the arm and said, I’ll make sure they don’t do that again.

           The woman smiled. Then she said, I’m not always like this.

           Jackie replied, I know.

           In the kitchen I saw a man barely able to concentrate because of mental illness play The Moonlight Sonata on the piano. I watched another man throw himself between two men to prevent a fight. We had so many offers to help from the men and women we fed we couldn’t use them all.Thank you for letting me help, an elderly man said to me. I need to feel useful.

Wilderness. A different kind. In the Community Kitchen we had no maps and different guides. It was a place of great chaos and questions.  In that kitchen, the moment when heaven met earth had more immediacy. We were nearer to the brink. In the kitchen I learned about the bedrock truths of the gospel: why Jesus sat down at the table with sinners, tax collectors, prostitutes, nuisances and nobodies.  I learned things about faith in the kitchen I couldn’t learn anywhere else

Why the lonely desert for our Advent reflections? If you have any experience with real estate, you know the mantra: “Location location location.”  Location is key.  The place where we stand, the terrain we occupy, the space from which we speak — these things matter. 

I’ve never seen John the Baptist featured on an Advent calender or Christmas greeting card, but all four Gospels place him front and center in Jesus’s origin story.  John’s gaunt austerity is the only gateway we have to the swaddling clothes, angel's wings, and fleecy lambs we hold dear each December.  As baffling as it may seem, the holy drama of the season depends on the disheveled baptizer’s opening act.  So again, why the wilderness? 

For starters, because the wilderness is a place of vulnerability, risk, and powerlessness.  In the wilderness, we have no safety net.  No Plan B, no rainy day savings account, no quick fix.  In the wilderness, life is raw and unsettled, and our illusions of self-sufficiency shatter fast. To locate ourselves at the outskirts of security and power is to confess our neediness in the starkest terms.  In the wilderness, we have no choice but to wait and watch as if our lives depend on God showing up.  Because they do.  And it’s into such an environment — an environment so far removed from safety as to make safety laughable — that the word of God comes.

But the Gospel of Matthew goes on.  Not only is the wilderness a place that exposes our need for God; it’s a place that calls us to repentance.  Repent, for the kingdom of heaven has come near, John cries to those who seek him out.  Elsewhere in the Gospels, we read that crowds stream into the wilderness to heed John’s call.  In other words, they leave the lives they know best, and venture into the unknown to save their hearts through repentance.  Something about the wilderness brings people to their knees.

For us 21st century Christians, though, sin and repentance are loaded words we try to avoid. Many of us dislike the word sin.  We associate it with shame, guilt, and condemnation.  

Many of us also distrust the word because we've seen how easily it can be manipulated to justify one moralistic agenda over another.  And yet, Advent begins with an honest, wilderness-style reckoning with sin.  We can’t get to the manger unless we go through John, and John is all about repentance. Is it possible that this might become an occasion for relief?  Maybe, if we can get past our baggage and follow John out into the wilderness, we will find comfort in the fact that something more profound is at stake in our souls than, I make mistakes sometimes, or I've got a few issues.  What ails is something deeper, grimmer, and far more consequential.

What is sin, really?  Sin, at its heart, is a refusal to become fully human.  It's anything that interferes with the opening up of our whole hearts to God, to others, to creation, and to ourselves.  Sin is estrangement, disconnection, sterility, disharmony.  It's the sludge that slows us down, that says, Quit.  Stop trying.  Give up.  Change is impossible.

Sin is apathy.  Care-less-ness.  A frightened resistance to an engaged life.  Sin is the opposite of creativity, the opposite of abundance, the opposite of flourishing.  Sin is a walking death.  And it is easier to spot, name, and confess a walking death in the wilderness than it is anywhere else.

John underscores his message of repentance with a harrowing description of the coming Messiah: He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire.  His winnowing fork is in his hand, and he will clear his threshing floor and gather the wheat into the granary; but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.

Are you squirming yet?  How is this good news, this portrait of a Jesus who judges, sorts, and burns us? 

I wonder if we squirm because we misconstrue the meaning of judgment.  I tend to equate judgment with condemnation, but in fact, to judge something is to see it clearly — to know it as it truly is.  In my dictionary, synonyms for judgment include discernment, acuity, sharpness, and perception. 

What if John is saying that the Messiah who is coming really sees us?  That he knows us at our very core?  Maybe the winnowing fork is an instrument of deep love, patiently wielded by the One who discerns in us rich harvests still hidden by chaff.  Maybe it's in offering God every particular of our lives that we give Him permission to clear us — to separate all that's destructive from all that is good, beautiful, and worthy.

Finally, Matthew suggests that the wilderness is a place where we can see the landscape whole, and participate in God’s great work of leveling inequality and oppression.  Prepare the way of the Lord, John cries, quoting the prophet Isaiah.  Make his paths straight.

Unless we’re in the wilderness, it’s hard to see our own privilege, and even harder to imagine giving it up.  No one standing on a mountaintop wants the mountain flattened.  But when we’re wandering in the wilderness, and immense, barren landscapes stretch out before us in every direction, we’re able to see what privileged locations obscure.  Suddenly, we feel the rough places beneath our feet.  We experience what it’s like to struggle down twisty, crooked paths.  We glimpse arrogance in the mountains and desolation in the valleys, and we begin to dream God’s dream of a wholly reimagined landscape.  A landscape so smooth and straight, it enables “all flesh” to see the salvation of God.

Where are you located during this Advent season?  How close are you to security and power, and how open are you to risking the wilderness to hear a word from God?  What might repentance look like for you, here and now?  Where is God leveling the ground you stand on, and what will it take for you to participate in that uncomfortable but essential work?  

In this Advent season, let us all name our wilderness. Our country is in a wilderness moment. Where must we go, where is the place we are called that has no maps, and different guides? Where is the place that reveals new truths, new awakenings? What can we learn in our wilderness that can be applied to our present world?

Location location location.  John the Baptist appears in the wilderness, and people stream to him there, hungry and ready.  May we stream there, too.  Like John, may we become brave voices in hard places, preparing the way of the Lord.