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When You Are Weary of Waiting (Sermon) Video

Series: Christmas Hope: The Gospel in Isaiah
Title: When You Are Weary of Waiting
Bethel Church–Jackson, Michigan
December 2, 2018 AM
Ken Pierpont; Lead Pastor

Keep Christmas and Keep it Simple

Think back tonight on past Christmas seasons. What do you remember with the most fondness? Was it not small, simple things, a visit with a loved family member now many years gone, a favorite carol on the radio while the snow blows over the windshield and the car is warm within.

You remember your grandmother standing in the door to welcome you with a happy smile and your grandfather standing there over her shoulder beaming.

You remember the Captain Crunch they always kept in the funny drawer that tilted out from the bottom of the old refrigerator because they knew you were coming and that you liked it.

There was that tree in the corner with the fat colored lights. You recall the sound of carolers outside your door, and your mother walking around the group rewarding them all with cookies she put in the oven just as they arrived.

You don’t remember all your gifts and the ones you do remember were not all you thought they might have been but you remember the box of huge navel oranges and grapefruit a neighbor brought over one night. You remember the tea ring the lady next door always gave you on Christmas morning.

Between now and Christmas some kindness, some quiet moment, some simple gift or conversation, a song or a fragrance on the night air, the sound of sleigh bells will stay with you for years. You will cherish the memory of the Salvation Army brass out in the cold, the smile on the face of the old man ringing the bell by the kettle and the good will you felt when you dropped in a few coins and he warmly rewarded you with a heartfelt “Merry Christmas.”

These are the simple things that will lodge in your memory and warm your heart and bring tears to your eyes for many, many years–even long after some of the people associated with them are no longer with you.

You didn’t have much money but you do remember that night when dad had enough gas in the car to take you out on Mortgage Row to look at the light display that was actually sponsored by Dayton Power and Light Company to encourage energy consumption. You were Oohing and Ahhing and you were sure your heart was going to burst with waiting for Christmas.

It was mostly simple things, small things that make Christmas memories so dear to you, and people, of course. Most of all it was the whole amazing grace that God would come down and rescue us from our impossible mess.

So keep Christmas, but as much as lies within you, keep it simply. Keep it quietly. Keep Christmas with loud merriment if you like but keep it sitting in stillness by the crackling fire. Keep Christmas in large groups buzzing with excitement, but don’t overlook the charm of keeping Christmas in quiet solitude. Keep Christmas with larger-than-life pageantry if you like, but keep it with quiet morning devotions and a cup of coffee. Keep Christmas by walking at night under a full moon in the snow. (Right around December 22) Keep Christmas by reading A Visit From St. Nicholas to a child. Keep Christmas by telling someone the story of Jesus and why he came, and that He will come again and make everything wrong right and bring a new heaven and a new earth and peace and justice and righteous and every virtue a human heart ever longed for.

Keep Christmas… and keep it simple.

Ken Pierpont
Bittersweet Farm
Summit Township, Michigan
December 3, 2018

Bittersweet Farm Journal (Number 21) “Christmasness”

Bittersweet Farm

Things are quiet in our little home tonight. It’s been a good day. The sun rose into a clear sky as I drove to Bethel this morning. It was the first Sunday of Advent. This year grandparents are reading the Advent Meditation and their grandchildren are lighting candles on the Advent wreath. It is a beautiful tradition. There was a beautiful spirit in the church today. The place was warm with love and buzzing with “Christmasness.” It’s Christmastime at Bethel and out on Bittersweet Farm.

Down in the corner of the living room is our first Christmas tree on Bittersweet Farm. It is a Frazier Fir that grew for the last ten years or so out on the slope of a quaint farm just short drive though the countryside from here. Lois and Hope and I took a wagon ride out to where it grew. It is the tallest tree we have ever had. I think our ceilings are about nine feet but I had to take almost three feet off the tree to tuck it into our living room.

Hope and I wound it with white lights. It’s just down there fragrant and glowing as if to say “Merry Christmas.” We have another tree glowing in the east-facing window of the Carriage House and yet another glowing on the front porch. We have as many Christmas trees as we do people.

As the first Sunday of Advent comes to a close and we ready for bed we are awaiting the advent our our latest grandchild a baby girl due to our oldest daughter, Holly and her husband Jesse and their son Aiden Redemption. She will be number eleven of our grandchildren.

Before I Go This Week. Here is a Christmas story I wrote many, many years ago:

I Brake for Christmas

December days are whizzing by like a run-away sled.

Did you ever find yourself going lots faster than you felt comfortable …right on the edge of being out of control? My first skiing experience was like that. I courageously pushed-off and concentrating on keeping my balance overlooked the importance of keeping my speed under control. At 200 pounds plus (and I do mean plus), it’s important to keep zig-zagging back and forth to keep your speed under control. Three quarters of the way down the slope it occurred to me that no one had ever taught me how to stop gracefully.??At the bottom of the slope were dozens of skiers making their way back and forth in front of a healthy sized creek. I did an awkward sort of lay out slide to keep from flattening two little girls in expensive ski outfits. They looked at me with a mixture of surprise and disdain and shuffled on. I got up trying to regain the composure I never really had while wiggling around so twenty or thirty pounds or so of snow would come out of my pants. (That’s why they wear those one piece things!).

I spent the rest of the day trying frantically to keep under control. When I did, I found the slopes to be a delight, when I didn’t, I attracted a lot of attention from those around me with more poise.

“Keep your weight on the downhill ski,” They kept telling me. When I did I made a little half-circle and started back up the hill. This way I could keep my speed under control. As long as I did that, skiing was delightful and safe—and less embarrassing.

December these days and modern Christmas is like a ski slope. It can be great fun but you really need to learn how to keep your speed under control.

It seems so incongruous to celebrate a humble quiet backward birth with the kind of bluster and ballyhoo that surround modern Christmas. Please don’t mistake me for a distant relative of Ebeneezer Scrooge, but I’ve found that just a little zig-zagging along the slope of modern yuletide can add to the delight of the season. It passes by so quickly and it’s gone and all the wonder and beauty and music fade back into the routine. Learn to slow it all down this year. You will be so glad you did.

This evening I serenaded the children in their beds with the guitar and the harmonica as they chirped out Christmas requests. We prayed and I came downstairs and put a quiet recording of calm, peaceful carols on the stereo and let my spirit drink in the quietness and solitude and peacefulness and purity and wonder of Christmas and the incarnation of the Lord Jesus Christ.

Ken Pierpont
Bittersweet Farm
Summit Township, Michigan
December 3, 2018