Awaiting Rescue!

An Australian mining town will always remember the year 2006 of the dramatic rescue. News of the mining tragedy shook the small town after an earthquake killed one miner and trapped two others 3000 feet under the ground. For days that would turn into weeks, teams of miners bore through tons of rock; rescuers could only work one at a time on their backs in a cramped rescue tunnel, using hand-held tools to avoid caving. Meanwhile, the two trapped miners huddled into a four foot-tall cage and could only wait for rescuers to break through rock they knew was five times harder than concrete. Five days after the accident, the trapped miners began to hear the sounds of their rescuers. Six days later, the miners were located, contact was made, and hands passed food and hope through a crack in the walls that held them. Fourteen days after the accident, over 300 hours of waiting for rescue, the two miners were freed. "This is the great escape," said Bill Shorten, national secretary of the Australian Workers Union. "This is the biggest escape from the biggest prison."

As I was reading the story it filled my emotions with anxiety as I imagine it (its dramatic ending all the more vivid with mining stories in mind that did not end the same. I cannot begin to imagine what it would be like to be freed after such an ordeal).

Over seventy years ago from a pulpit in London, Dietrich Bonhoeffer described the image of a man trapped after a mining disaster in his book Christmas Sermons: Deep in the earth, dark as night, the man is cut off and alone. The supply of oxygen is limited. Food, water, and options are scarce; silence and fear are not. He knows his situation, and he can do nothing but wait. "He knows that up there, the people are moving about, the women and children are crying—but the way to them is blocked. There is no hope." But what if just then, in the distance, the sounds of tapping are heard—the sound of knocking, the sound of friends, the sound of deliverance?

This, said Bonhoeffer in December of 1933, is the hope of Advent: the coming of a deliverer, the drawing near of God to humankind, the arrival of Christ our rescuer. Those who are caught in darkness will see a great light. Those struggling in silence will stand up and hear the knocking. A voice is crying out of the wilderness: Who will have ears to hear it?

Advent teaches us how to wait. Bonhoeffer asks, "Can and should there be anything else more important for us than the hammers and blows of Jesus Christ coming into our lives?" In our waiting, should we not cry out as the first believers did, Come, Lord Jesus! This is the ancient cry of palpable hope—Maranatha!—Lord, come quickly! Advent teaches me to wait and watch, and to live expectantly, though I sit in the dark, though I find myselfs impatient. "When these things begin to take place," instructs Christ, "stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near" (Luke 21:28).

In the days of Mary and Joseph, Elizabeth and Zechariah, the people of Israel were living in a period of silence. It had been over 400 years since God had spoken of a coming Redeemer and his forerunner through the prophet Malachi. Malachi called the people again to anticipate and to be prepared for the day that was coming. Of course, in the quiet nights of 400 years even faithful men stumble and doubt.

But when I purposefully and intentionally listen, settling myself in soul silence that

in the distance there is knocking. There is the sound of hope drawing near, the sounds of God's reign in unexpected places. There are the sounds of saints who have gone before me and who proclaim their rescuer even in death. There is the sound of a promise: "Because I live, you shall live also" (John 14:19).

The world is still dark and lonely. I can not refute the fact. But every day a quiet voice calls out, "I stand at the door and knock." Christ has come. Christ is here. Christ will come again. My moment of rescue draws near.