Stump is an Advent blogging project of Claremont Presbyterian Church. It’s 30 days of posts exloring the symbolism of The Jesse Tree by members of the CPC family far and wide.
For a pastor, there is no fruit more forbidden than a Sunday “off.” Even if this vacation has been on the calendar for months, even if your colleagues are multi-talented and supremely capable of flying the plane themselves, the sound of the coffee maker has a snaky hiss this morning.
Your early morning sleep was disturbed by liturgical anxiety dreams: portents of the disasters about to ensue because of your shameless self-indulgence. The Advent wreath is a nightmare of plastic poinsettias and styrofoam. The sanctuary carpet is mysteriously stained and ripped. Your fiercest critic from a former congregation has come back to life and is sitting in the front pew.
You had looked forward to a long, contemplative walk on this forbidden morning, but it is raining. Even the sky pours out its judgement on lazy servants.
You turn to the internet, your sweet addiction. Is there anything on iTunes that you should add to your holiday playlist? In the midst of this browsing comes the miracle. You are five years old again on the first day of December.
There is a gift for you by the record player: A Merry, Merry Christmas from Captain Kangaroo. Could there be anything more wonderful? The Captain and Mr. Greenjeans sing in the season. You sing too, dancing in the living room in front of the tree all month long. And so it is every Christmas that follows–until you are grown and gone and record players are no more.
Lo, it comes, from the iCloud descending. It downloads in two minutes. A benediction from days of old.
The wolf shall dwell with the lamb,
and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat,
and the calf and the lion and the fattened calf together;
and a little child shall lead them.
Karen Sapio is the Pastor of Claremont Presbyterian Church. Follow her on Twitter @revsap