I’ve decided that Christmas was way better as a child. It was just so much simpler, and the anticipation for cool toys so much greater.
I don’t know about you, but I’m present shaker. I carefully feel the package and rattle it to make a best guess of what’s inside. When I was growing up, my hard-working single mother somehow managed to buy for me some of the coolest toys ever, legos. And not just any legos, but several of the Space Police series by Legos, which in my opinion, are still the coolest series Legos have ever put out. Man, you pick up and shake a box of legos and you know what’s in there and you’re just dying to see what spaceship it is.
And you remember being a kid, the weeks before Christmas experience a disturbance in the time-space continuum where they slow down to be literally be some twenty-four megajillion years long. (That’s the real technical term for it.) But finally, Christmas day would come and you would finally get to tear, rip, or to use an antiquated term, “rend,” the wrapping paper off that certain gift you had been dying to open.
I know people in the church are often critical of the consumerism of Christmas, but it’s not all a bad thing.
About this time two years ago I did a sermon for my speaking class on Isaiah 64:1. The thrust of the sermon was, “May you give gifts this Christmas season because you have been given the greatest gift.” In it I looked at these two aspects of Christmas presents: First, that they are a great illustration of what it means to anticipate and wait for something, and secondly that we give gifts out of remembrance that God himself has given us the greatest gift, which we mimic by giving gifts to those we love.
Isaiah 64:1 reads, “Oh, that you would rend the heavens and come down, that the mountains would tremble before you!” Shortly before this verse, back in chapter 63, we read some of the writer’s despair,
“Look down from heaven and see from your lofty throne, holy and glorious. Where are your zeal and your might? Your tenderness and compassion are withheld from us.”
And then in a desperate cry for help from God Isaiah pens this plea, “Oh, that you would rend the heavens and come down!”
One of my favorite gospels is the Gospel of Mark, for many reasons, but one reason is that only Mark (Peter’s account of the story of Jesus) picks up this detail from Isaiah. It’s only in this gospel where we see the fulfillment of Isaiah’s painful cry to God finally answered, some 600 years later. That’s why I keep telling people, read the New Testament in light of the Old, it makes more sense this way…. If you don’t, you’ll miss this amazingly powerful point Mark is making. They have waited forever for this messiah, and Isaiah’s prayer some 600 years earlier is only just now being realized. I mean, we pray for four days and we’re like “Is there a God?” and these Jews have seen their prayers go unanswered for hundreds of years.
So, here we have again this tension of waiting. It’s why we do the advent calendars and wreaths, we are building this tension of the years and years of waiting for this promised messiah into our Christmas celebration.
In extracanonical sources (ancient texts not included in our bibles) we read of the many, many false messiah’s that arose between the end of our book Malachi and the opening of Mark, some 400 years later.
What’s different about this messiah that is wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger?
It’s that some thirty years later, when he undergoes a ritual immersion at the hands of John the Baptist, we see the crying plea of a broken prophet finally answered some 600 years after he begged God to tear open the heavens and come down.
Mark 1:10 reads “As Jesus was coming up out of the water, he saw heaven being torn open and the Spirit descending on him like a dove.”
This is Him! Isaiah, your God has done it at last! He heard your prayer, and He has torn open the heavens and come down!
Like any just and loving God would do.
“Oh that you would rend the heavens and come down! Come down, show yourself, and fix this place! You say you are just, you say you love your people, you say you will fix this! Well, come down and fix it! Please! I beg you, God Almighty, come down and show this world that you mean it!”
“As Jesus was coming up out of the water, he saw heaven being torn open….”
That’s what this season is all about.
He came.
The amazing thing is that he didn’t come and tear open the skies and come down in an earth shattering awesomeness that only a god could do, no he came down and entered into this mess of a broken and fallen world as one of us. What an awesome and mysterious God we serve.
Praise be to God in the Highest!

I’m sure everyone has a verse they strongly dislike. Mine is Ecclesiastes 1:9. For some reason, I have heard it quoted repeatedly recently and it drives me nuts. People will toss out, “Well, there’s nothing new under the sun.”
