Deck the Halls
Isaiah 61:1-4, 8-11
1 The spirit of the Lord God is upon me,
because the Lord has anointed me;
he has sent me to bring good news to the oppressed,
to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim liberty to the captives,
and release to the prisoners;
2 to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor,
and the day of vengeance of our God;
to comfort all who mourn;
3 to provide for those who mourn in Zion—
to give them a garland instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning,
the mantle of praise instead of a faint spirit.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
the planting of the Lord, to display his glory.
4 They shall build up the ancient ruins,
they shall raise up the former devastations;
they shall repair the ruined cities,
the devastations of many generations.
8 For I the Lord love justice,
I hate robbery and wrongdoing;
I will faithfully give them their recompense,
and I will make an everlasting covenant with them.
9 Their descendants shall be known among the nations,
and their offspring among the peoples;
all who see them shall acknowledge
that they are a people whom the Lord has blessed.
10 I will greatly rejoice in the Lord,
my whole being shall exult in my God;
for he has clothed me with the garments of salvation,
he has covered me with the robe of righteousness,
as a bridegroom decks himself with a garland,
and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.
11 For as the earth brings forth its shoots,
and as a garden causes what is sown in it to spring up,
so the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise
to spring up before all the nations.
Evy doesn’t like us to decorate before her birthday, November 30th, but we talked her into decorating early because we and the world need so much joy right now. We’ve cleaned up our mess, now we get to enjoy our decked out halls.
Why do we decorate our homes, our sanctuaries, our offices or cubicles, even our notebooks, we want the world to know who we are. We want to invite them in. We want to celebrate with them. We want to put our best foot forward with a complete, clean picture. At first glance, this Isaiah passage does that. It’s all happy, happy, rah, rah, renewal, bridegroom decks himself with garland and the bride adorns herself with jewels, but is the whole book of Isaiah like that. No!
Isaiah answers when he heard God say, “Whom shall I send?” “Hear I am; send me!” He’s what they call a major prophet. Not just for the size of his book, but for his words and importance in the life of Israel. He was a prophet that defended the people of Israel more than anyone and the people of Israel were in the midst of their spin cycle of sin. You know how it is. God is faithful, a covenant making God. The covenant with Noah to not flood the Earth again and the covenant with Abraham to make his descendants like the dust of the earth by day and the stars of the sky by night. The Israelites will be God’s people and Yahweh will be their God. Hadn’t he delivered them from Egypt? Hadn’t he provided manna and quail for them to eat? Hadn’t Moses struck the rock and water streamed forth when they complained of being thirsty? They follow God for what seems like a second and then turn away and disobey. Then God sends a prophet to speak to Kings and to the people. Sometimes the prophets break through and repentance happens but more often than not, they don’t. Most of the book of Isaiah he’s warning them and despair and destruction are happening. He mixes messages of hope of things to come with messages of anguish. Like Isaiah 9:2-3, “The people who walked in darkness
have seen a great light;
those who lived in a land of deep darkness—
on them light has shined.
You have multiplied the nation,
you have increased its joy;
they rejoice before you
as with joy at the harvest.”
And later on in the same chapter:
For a child has been born for us,
a son given to us;
authority rests upon his shoulders;
and he is named
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
His authority shall grow continually,
and there shall be endless peace
for the throne of David and his kingdom.
He will establish and uphold it
with justice and with righteousness
from this time onward and forevermore.
The zeal of the Lord of hosts will do this.
God gives them hope, about One to come. But they, like we, are easily discouraged. Even during this pandemic, I wish I could snap my fingers and everything would be back to normal. It’s hard crafting a new normal, a new rhythm, a new way of being. It’s hard when all that’s around you is changed. I watch movies now and wonder why they’re not social distancing or wearing masks, but the tv show Monk was ahead of its time. It’s hard to not get down in the dumps or in a funk during these strange times.
It’s hard going back to a ghost town. I used to take the scenic routes to South Carolina when I lived in Florida. I would see these once thriving, bustling communities on the railroad route or these textile plants which have long since shut down and wonder what it was like 100 years ago.
This is nothing compared to the destruction of Jerusalem. Jerusalem was deserted. The strong walls, which had held back invading armies for years, had been pulled down. The HolyTemple, the house of God, had been desecrated and was now only a shell. The Babylonians had destroyed the city and scattered the people to a distant land.
After years in exile, the people were returning home to a land that was devastated. They were resolved to begin the task of rebuilding, but they were getting discouraged, and TIRED, just as we are. They want to snap their fingers and go back to their normal lives. They’ve been in exile, now they’re back.
The story is told about Betty Hutton, a former movie star and box office attraction of the late ’40s and ’50s. Hutton fell on hard times and battled alcoholism and depression. A few years ago she encountered God and invited him into her life. God turned her life around and headed her in a different direction. She started on the trail to a comeback. Hutton joined the cast of the Broadway musical Annie, playing the role of Mrs. Hannigan. Those who were in attendance at the first performance noted the extensive biographical sketches of the members of the cast. However, under the picture of Betty Hutton there was no elaborate sketch. Instead, there appeared five words which Hutton had written herself. Those words were: “I’m back. Thanks to God.”
God has Isaiah sprinkles these promises in because God doesn’t ever want us to ever want us to be discouraged and despondent; God wants us to cling to God’s promises in the dark days, in the days when doubt and despair overwhelm us. God promises joy in our mourning. Isaiah says,
“God has sent me to bring good news to the oppressed,
to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim liberty to the captives,
and release to the prisoners;
to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor,
and the day of vengeance of our God;
to comfort all who mourn;
to provide for those who mourn in Zion—
to give them a garland instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning,
the mantle of praise instead of a faint spirit.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
the planting of the Lord, to display his glory.
It echoes Psalm 30:11, “You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness.”
God didn’t abandon God’s people and God doesn’t abandon us. God loved us enough to send God’s own son, Jesus to make our joy complete. Joy is not happiness, it’s rooted in something much deeper. It’s roots go all the way to our hearts and it is rooted to our very beings. Sometimes its hard to imagine how we are going to feel any joy again.
In the darkest days of my second brain surgery, my mother recounts the first time I laughed. We were sitting in the den all together and he said something, as he is want to do, and I laughed. That’s a simple thing. Even babies do it. But that was SUCH A BIG DEAL. In those dark days, when I couldn’t speak, when I had to read a paragraph at Speech Therapy in tell him what it said, and I lost my right arm and hand movement, so I couldn’t even shave my legs…things that we all take for granted, my laughter gave my mom some much-needed hope.
We have to let ourselves feel the peace, love, hope, and joy of this Advent season. We have to start living. We have to live into the new reality of NOW. The Israelites came back to a new reality, but with God’s help they got through it and decked their halls and with God’s help we will get through whatever we’re wading through and deck our halls. My prayer for you this season, is whenever joy comes into your life, you will cling to it, you will grasp it with both hands. “For a child has been born for us, a son given to us;” Joy in Jesus is just foretaste to Heaven.
Joy to the world, the Lord is come. Let Earth receive her King!
Blessings on the Journey 