Here, MA in Counseling Psychology student Rebekah Vickery writes about the tension between our hope for peace and our chaotic, divided world鈥攁nd about what the birth and life of Jesus reveals about holy anger, living amidst trauma, and hoping for a new world.

One of the core words of Advent, peace, feels like a jarring antithesis of this city鈥檚 transitional trauma. In the 15 months that I have lived in this place, I have seen buildings rise, streets become more crowded, and financial burdens grow greater. I am still in the liminal space of learning to call this place home, and yet I can feel the sorrow, panic, and angst at the ways in which neighborhoods are changing at a breathless pace. If I am affected by the chaos of the rapid transitions, then how much more are those individuals who have called this place home for years, decades, or generations? And then there is the ongoing grief of indigenous generations who called this ground home long before the city set its roots, forever changing the landscape. It seems that the words of the Hebrew prophet Jeremiah still resonate in these streets: 鈥淭hey have healed the wound of my people lightly, saying 鈥楶eace, peace,鈥� when there is no peace鈥� (Jer. 6:14, ESV). And so the prayer of Advent lingers with me still:

Oh come, oh come Emmanuel.

While I sense the chaos in this city and the ways that it is placated by those in power, I am also increasingly aware of the ways that I have spoken those words over myself: 鈥榩eace, peace.鈥� It is, in a way, similar to the false prophets who attempted to bind wounds lightly and minimize anger in the name of a dismissive peace. I have anger in the midst of the chaos, because my body instinctively knows that this is not how it was meant to be. City streets were meant to be paths leading home. Communities were meant to be rooted together. Growth is meant to happen slowly, in a nurturing and safe process. I was meant to live in peace. And yet, I am finding that anger is not the antithesis to peace. I have recently and surprisingly found comfort in Jesus鈥� fury as he throws tables in the temple. I am learning that His actions are not out of an uncontrolled rage, but instead are a way of proclaiming with just and holy anger that this is not how it is meant to be. The temple is not meant to be a place of commerce, but instead a place of prayer. Cities are not meant to be places of chaos, but instead places of refuge. Families are not meant to be places of harm, but instead places of nurture. My body is not meant to be a place of trauma, but instead a place that experiences the goodness of love.

鈥淚 have anger in the midst of the chaos, because my body instinctively knows that this is not how it was meant to be.鈥�

Oh come, oh come, Emmanuel.

I love C.S. Lewis鈥� depiction of the wild lion, Aslan.

鈥淭hen…after a pause..the deep voice said, 鈥楽usan.鈥� Susan made no answer but the others thought she was crying. 鈥淵ou have listened to fears, child,鈥� said Aslan. 鈥淐ome, let me breathe on you…Are you brave again?鈥�
鈥淎 little, Aslan,鈥� said Susan. (Prince Caspian, 1951, HarperCollins Publishers)

I find my own heart responding similarly when I encounter Jesus in the midst of the broken places. I find a little peace. It is not the violent attempt at peace that places a hand over the mouth of a crying child to stifle the cries, or the minimizing peace that says, 鈥淪top crying, you’re fine.鈥� The peace of Emmanuel is the peace of being held tightly by the person who is also crying. The suffering is not ended, but it is joined. And there is the hope that this God-with-us who rages and grieves on our behalf, has come once, is coming now, and will come again to make all things new.

Oh come, oh come, Emmanuel.

I breathe. I grieve. I rejoice in the disruption of God entering a world of trauma, becoming vulnerable to it in his humanity. And I also mourn the way that it seems to have only made it a little better. All things are not yet made new. I am living in the And Now and the Not Yet.

Emmanuel is here in the sorrow, and Emmanuel will come again with joy.

So we journey on, with tear-stained faces and hopeful hearts. Let us not grow weary, but instead continue hoping and moving toward the day when steadfast love and faithfulness will meet; righteousness and peace will kiss each other (Psalm 85:10).

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote 鈥淚 Heard The Bells on Christmas Day,鈥� in 1863; a time in which his country was fragmented with violence. Over a century later, as I find myself in a city and country in which chaos seems to be the final word, and as I learn to listen to the chaos in my own body, I find comfort and resonance in the words.

And in despair I bowed my head;
鈥淭here is no peace on earth,鈥� I said; 鈥淔or hate is strong, and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men,鈥�
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: 鈥淕od is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men!鈥�

Oh come, oh come, Emmanuel.

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Advent, you’re here again. And again, I’m met with the longing. This insatiability that is the most natural state for me. I ache. I yearn. I sigh and groan.

The world is chaos, madness, glory鈥攍onging to be transformed. Longing to rise from the ashes, to be made new, that somehow the deepest wounds could be touched and reminded that they matter.

And here I am, writing a paper about the losses in my life. And as is familiar, feeling so small, so insignificant鈥攍ike everything I’ve been through is petty in comparison to atrocities worldwide and the unimaginable scars worn by brave others I know.

But these losses are mine, and they DO count. They matter. They may be invisible to the world, but something in me has to believe that the One who has witnessed my every heartbeat does count them, does see me, will arrive in my waiting.

The waiting seems like the only theme of my life鈥攖hat and chasing.

Please, Babe of Bethlehem. Come as a surprise and scandal to me, too. Interrupt my way. Shock me with acceptance. Humble me with radical redemption.

Hold my weary heart and remind me I am not alone. Even if I’m repeatedly rejected and misunderstood. I’m not You, but You can relate. Even if I never feel quite at home, give my heart a home鈥攈owever unconventional it may be. May I be at rest with me. May I be at rest in You.

Wonderful Counselor, bind up our shattered hearts. Mighty God, mend this Earth’s self-destructive madness, and let love rule. Everlasting Father, provide for our deepest needs, show us the radiance of Your face towards us. Oh Prince of Peace, let there be peace on Earth. When we feel most alone, remind us how we belong to one another. Abide with us, our comfort and joy, Emmanuel.

All of us at 天美视频 wish you, your families, and your communities a peaceful, restorative Christmas.

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