I’m putting my faith in Jesus
WE are in the season of Advent. A time we often associate with chocolate-filled calendars. The reason for chocolate calendars is that during Advent we celebrate the feast of St Nicholas, the Turkish saint, who was Bishop of Myra, whose feast day is Thursday, December 6.
From this tradition came the tradition of hiding chocolate in people’s shoes. But I digress. Advent is a time where we wait for the coming of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. During it we consider our lives in the light of the future judgement.
Advent is a penitential season in the church, a time to get right with God in anticipation of the joy of Christmas.
In September my wife decided we were having a second dog. So a beagle puppy appeared, a playmate for our older beagle, Bessie. Beagles are full on, cute, but full of mischief, stubborn and capable of escaping from anywhere.
When I got home the other day I asked my wife if Patch had been good. Her reply was a theological treatise. “It’s not that he doesn’t want to be good. He just hasn’t got it in him to be good.”
Oh how true that is of all of us. The faults of others are so much more evident than our own. Yet many of us can be our own fiercest critics. The truth is, all of us are found wanting. We can only “be as good as we are capable of being”. This brings me back to St Nicholas. St Nick has passed into modern legend as Santa Claus, with his naughty or nice list and looking out for who’s been good and who hasn’t. His ethics appear just. The problem is, none of us would likely make Santa’s nice list. Me more than most because I am only as good as I am capable of being and even then not always.
That is why I wait this Advent, putting my faith in the Son of God. Jesus is the one who would come to be my goodness. Jesus is the one who would, out of pure love, give me his forgiveness, who came to Earth to die that I might be right for heaven. Jesus is the one who, by his spirit, is making me more capable than I am able to be. The one who shows us all what “good capability” looks like and the one in whom we can place all our hope.
Priest in Charge at St Francis, Mackworth