ON THE FOURTH day of Christmas my True Love
sent to me four calling birds.
Our four gospels
are the four calling birds that call our awareness at Advent to the narrative
of Jesus given by four different genres: as a structured and didactic Jewish jewel
in Matthew; an unfolding motion picture epic in Mark; an eloquently factual
social justice gospel in Luke; and, Jesus as the Son of God in John.
God’s
gospel of grace in the world,
Is God’s
revelation unfurled,
The Saviour
the world would refuse,
Has become the
world’s good news.
The gospels are
calling birds in that they’re a call to arms. They’re each cavalcades of divine
revelation to be spoken out into the four corners of the earth, by the four
winds.
The gospels preach
Christ — born, raised, the Messiah who lived, died crucified, raised again
resurrected, and was then into heaven ascended. They are historical accounts of
what took place two thousand years ago as a herald for what God has done.
The gospels were
also given to us by our True Love. These oracles are for our edification and
blessing. They’re for the keeping of history and tradition. They help retain
the order of life. They’re part of the consummation of humanity and creation.
These calling
birds call out in their love songs to a humanity doleful and sleepy, inhibited
by a slovenly gait and an indifferent heart to the wonders of eternity. These
calling birds sing soulful tunes in every way and in every direction throughout
the whole earth — and they sing in thousands of languages, all to win one heart;
that one heart its word encounters. These calling birds are always words in due
season. They speak into our lives with life and hope and grace because they
drip with the nectar of the Christ.
Four calling birds
break out in song as if from eternity, with an eternal song, and they sing
eternally. Their song is delicious for the forager who seeks with a heart of
truth. And those who lap up the juice of truth are those who also hunger after
righteousness. To these there has been given a great gift: the gospels as
lenses for truth.
On the fourth
day of Christmas my True Love sent to
me four calling birds, three French hens, two turtledoves and a partridge in a pear tree.
And then, underpinning
the trumpet charge of the gospels, there were the five dramatic acts of the
Bible — creation, the fall, Israel, Jesus, and the new people of God… the fifth day of Christmas (coming
next).
© 2015 Steve
Wickham.
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