Text: Lamentations 3:1-24, 31-33
“I think
there’s something wrong with me, Linus.
Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy.
I don’t feel
the way I’m supposed to feel.”
That opening
line from Charlie Brown rings just as true today as fifty-three years ago,
if not more
so.
“I think
there’s something wrong with me.
I don’t feel
the way I’m supposed to feel.”
There are
plenty of other times of year when you can get away with feeling miserable and
people won’t notice. But at the holidays, the pressure’s on.
Be thankful! Be joyful! Be
generous! Put on a happy face!
“I think
there’s something wrong with me.
I don’t feel the way I’m supposed to feel.”
Weird that so many people can feel that way, yet
each feel like we’re the only one.
It’s enough
to keep Lucy’s five-cent psychiatric booth going full time.
“Wow, great
way to start off Advent, Pastor Tim! Nothing says 'Christian hope' like reading
from Lamentations and talking about seasonal depression!
We feel better
already!”
But I think
Charlie Brown is working with a bad assumption,
when he talks about how he’s
“supposed to” feel.
There are some
seasons in our lives,
when we’re actually supposed
to hurt.
When we’re
supposed to feel tired.
When we’re
supposed to feel sad.
When we’re
supposed to feel
like we have a piece missing.
There are
some times in our lives, when there’s nothing
wrong with you if you feel that way, and there
might just be something wrong if you didn’t!
Tradition
holds that the prophet Jeremiah wrote Lamentations right after Jerusalem was
destroyed by the Babylonians. Thousands from the
city got carted off to Babylon, hundreds of miles from home. Who wouldn’t be hurting at a time like that?
But Jeremiah
feels this national tragedy, in a deeply personal way.
God hasn’t just attacked
Judah. God has attacked me.
God didn’t
just do this to my country.
God did this
to me.
And as a
theologian, I pull back a bit when I read this: “Hold up hold up, God loves
everyone, God doesn’t punish people like that. We live in a fallen world. Sin
runs wild and causes some bad things to happen to good people, but God never wanted this for us, God didn’t directly do this.” And intellectually, I believe
that’s true.
But emotionally, when we’re
grieving, like Jeremiah,
sometimes we
feel like God did do this.
In times of
grief, loneliness, emptiness, sometimes it’s hard not to point our finger at God and say, “Why? Why are you allowing
this? Why aren’t you fixing this?”
And if we
believe God is good all the time, we stop and think,
“wait wait wait,this isn’t
how we’re supposed to feel.”
When we
worry, we’re supposed to feel calm because God has it handled, right?
When fail at
something, we’re supposed to feel hopeful
because God has something even better
planned, right?
When we lose
a loved one, we’re supposed to be happy they’re with Jesus, right?
We’re
getting ready to celebrate the Christ Child! Happy is how Christians are supposed to feel, because everything
will work out in the end, and if it hasn’t worked out, it’s not the
end…right?
So what
happens when Christians don’t feel
the way
we’re “supposed” to feel?
We crack
open Lamentations,
And see
we’re not alone.
We see that
sometimes, even the most faith-filled people say things like,
“gone is my glory
and all that I had hoped from the Lord.”
Believe it
or not, sometimes,
Even people
of faith are supposed to hurt.
Even the one
with the strongest faith you can imagine, still said,
“My God, my God, why have
you forsaken me?”
Sometimes
it’s only natural to say to God,
“why did you
do this to me?”
Again, I
don’t think God does these awful
things to us,
but sometimes we feel like
God did.
And sometimes
it even helps to say it out loud,
Because we
can’t hide it from God, anyway.
I think we
do a lot of harm to fellow believers,
when we talk about how a Christian is supposed to feel.
Because if Jesus wept,
then we can, too.
You want to
know why the Advent season is my favorite?
Because it’s a safe place to be in
pain.
It’s a shelter
from the big, bright, glitzy onslaught of manufactured happiness
we see
everywhere else.
It’s a
little dark corner, under God’s wing,
Where we can
rest from pretending to feel how we’re supposed
to feel,
and feel how we actually feel.
Advent is a
time to wait, to not be fully satisfied, to grieve, to long for what will be.
To feel
incomplete.
To know that
until Jesus returns,
There’s a
little piece of every person that’s missing.
Why would we be perfectly,
completely content,
when God’s kingdom hasn’t fully come?
Why would we
be completely at home,
In a world
that still isn’t finished?
Advent
reminds us that we’re not supposed to
feel complete,
until the world is completely the place it’s supposed
to be!
So we say
“Come, Lord Jesus!”
And we trust
that God’s steadfast love never ceases,
and God’s mercies never end.
They’re new
every morning.
Even on the
mornings, and the evenings,
And the
long, long nights,
Where we
don’t feel
how we’re
supposed to feel.