Jesus is the Jubilee!


It was during a summer sermon series that I first heard of the Jewish celebration called Year of the Jubilee. The pastor at the time made quick reference to Jewish law, and my interest in this radical celebration that came but once every 50 years was piqued.

How perfect that in a candle-lit sanctuary on Christmas Eve, advent wreaths FULLY aglow, my tiny taste of Jubilee was further satiated.

Here's some background on what I'll call "The Poor People's Party":

In Leviticus 25, God commanded the children of Israel to celebrate a year of jubilee for fifty years. This was to a be a time of renewal when the people could be made free of the obligations they had contracted for themselves and for their land. As long as jubilee was practiced, families in Israel did no have to worry about chronic poverty, because they all got a piece of the land.

After the Israelites had spend 80 years as slaves in Egypt, Moses led them out of bondage into the land of Canaan. When they finally made it into Canaan, each tribe and each family was given a piece of the land as a hereditary possession. Since the vast majority of the people who lived prior to the Industrial Revolution were landless, the provision that every family would have their own land to use for their own needs was a remarkably egalitarian and empowering one. It meant that the Israelites had no serf class and no noble class.

Of course, families sometimes fell on hard times and they were sometimes forced to sell all or part of their land to pay their debts. Failing that, they sometimes had to sell themselves or their children into slavery. Thankfully, the Law also provided that a kinsmen redeemer, a close relative, could pay off the debt and buy back the land or buy their family member out of slavery. Of course, not everyone had a relative who was able or willing to pay off their debts, so some people remained doomed to bondage. That is why the Law also provided for a year of jubilee.

Every 50 years, the Israelites were supposed to celebrate a year long festival called the Jubilee. As part of those festivities, all land reverted back to its original owners and all Hebrew slaves were freed. Thus, Jubilee prevented economic hardships from being hereditary. Even if a family fell on hard times, it could start over in less than 50 years. As one might expect, this was a popular holiday for the poor.


The pastor who spoke Christmas Eve also included in the mandate: setting prisoners free. So debts were to be forgiven, land returned to rightful owners, and criminals released. Can you imagine? For many folks, especially those "well to do," Jubilee must have been a major sacrifice, an upsetting season to celebrate. Which is why many didn't observe the Jubilee. It was a major undoing of systems and acceptable norms. Can you imagine: to stop expecting payment from someone whose debts to you were deep? To give back land on which you'd lived for an entire life? To release those who'd broken the law, potentially some who were dangerous, when you'd worked so hard to be faithful? To celebrate the Year of the Jubilee was to allow one's world to be rocked to the core.

How amazing that according to Jewish timetables, the year of Jesus' death and resurrection was a Jubilee Year. In fact, prior to his death Jesus stood before the synogogue of his home town and read the scrolls, proclaiming the Jubilee. He read Isaiah 61:

The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor. . . . (JUBILEE!)

Jesus = Jubilee= good news for the poor, or for anyone needing a major upheaval to the "expected" way of things.

Religious types may not have kept the Jubilee, but Jesus did (and does)! Today and every day, we can find freedom because the Lord has declared favor over our lives! We are forgiven, set free, released from darkness. . . our broken hearts bound!

This year seems to be my family's Jubilee. I'm eager to participate and reciprocate. This 2009, may LOVE inspire a true somersault of spirit. May I allow JESUS to challenge and undo the predictable systems, schedules, and patterns in my life.

May we all know freedom in a way that sets others free!
At this very moment, while I'm writing and Sean is napping, my crockpot is full of Velveeta cheese, Monterey Jack, diced tomatoes, chili's and jalapenos, all bubbling together for this evening's festivities. Jennifer has a school concert, and I don't have to work, so Rich agreed to help me throw a family party. We'll unpack our Fontanini creche, decorate the tree, read some Christmas stories (my new favorite is Great Joy by Kate DiCamillo) and enjoy some snacky soul food (chips and cheese) before heading to school to hear Jen sing.

My heart is warmly anticipating the evening. God is with us, and so time together will be "good" no matter how the scene unfolds. But in all reality it'll be less Norman Rockwell, and more like National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Sean will probably be crabby (he's fighting a cold). I'm sure to get frustrated keeping our coughing four-year old "quiet" and "in-his-seat" for the concert. There will be the usual bickering between Jennifer and Ryker. And Rich, battling a sinus infection, will smile in his good-natured way and hang on for the holiday ride with a box of Kleenex in hand.

I can't help but think: life is a lot like Christmas Queso. It's one of the reasons I've refrained from blogging these past few months. Because it's hard to separate out my sticky, gooey melting pot of thoughts, experiences, and feelings. And Queso is a messy dish to serve. So rather than try and give you a Martha Stewart version of our lives, I'll simply list individual ingredients like a recipe:

The Mueller Melting Pot:

1) Sean is definitely the spice in our lives. Several weeks ago, he went through an Early Childhood screening process for the school district. Through this assessment, it was determined he is delayed in several areas (behavioral and socially, gross motor, fine motor) and recommendations were made for him to start preschool. Rich and I have always wanted preschool for Sean, but we have been unable to afford the involved costs. I've prayed so much for this little guy, and have struggled with guilt about not being able to provide for his needs. Thankfully, though--through this unexpected turn of events--I am reminded that God ALONE is our PROVIDER. He is making a way for Sean when it seemed there was no way!

2) We are enjoying the space in our new home. This year's Thanksgiving experience was so much different than past gatherings in our miniature two-bedroom duplex. So much space to move! More than two people could be in the kitchen at once! Family members were able to spread out!! It was wonderful! I think the house, and the divine set of circumstances that brought it about, is still one of the things for which I am most thankful.

3) At the same time, my heart's been bursting with compassion for people who have no homes. Shane Claiborne's book, The Irresistable Revolution, is high on my list of recommended reading. He writes about living out faith in Christ by being an "ordinary radical," which he describes as someone actively bridging gaps between the rich and poor, not just missionally, but daily, relationally, daringly. His book, combined with my own brushes with poverty, have set my heart on fire. It's this holy fire that seems to be housing and heating up all the other ingredients of my life.

4) Rich's grandmother, Mary, died on the 23rd of November. We left on Thanksgiving day to attend the funeral in Chicago. Visiting Rich's family (after a too-long, two years apart) filled our hearts beyond measure, but also reminded us how hard it is when family is scattered around the country. Our stay was way too short, and we miss them all terribly.

5) The struggle continues to figure out how I can best serve my family's financial needs. My regular hours at the dinner theater are being cut due to the recessing economy. So once again we're in a financial pinch. Rich and I constantly pray for wisdom and direction regarding my job and where to spend our money. Through prayer, though, it seems our worries are slowly shifting away from ourselves to greater concerns for the world.

All in all, we're so thankful for ALL the different ingredients in our lives. When each part is separated out and looked at individually, it may not seem "good" or like a necessary part of the recipe. But, we are trusting that through Christ "all things hold together" (Colossians 1:17).















MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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