11/30/2022
Advent Devotional November 30, 2022
The Rev. Canon Eric McIntosh
Read: Isaiah 49:1-6 NRSV
Listen to me, O coastlands, pay attention, you peoples from far away! The Lord called me before I was born, while I was in my mother’s womb, he named me. He made my mouth like a sharp sword, in the shadow of his hand he hid me; he made me a polished arrow, in his quiver he hid me away. And he said to me, “You are my servant, Israel, in whom I will be glorified.” But I said, “I have labored in vain; I have spent my strength for nothing and vanity; yet surely my cause is with the Lord, and my reward with my God.” And now the Lord says, who formed me in the womb to be his servant, to bring Jacob back to him, and that Israel might be gathered to him, for I am honored in the sight of the Lord, and my God has become my strength—he says, “It is too light a thing that you should be my servant to raise up the tribes of Jacob and to restore the survivors of Israel; I will give you as a light to the nations, that my salvation may reach to the end of the earth.”
Reflect
While I was in my mother’s womb, he named me and formed me in the womb to be his servant. Advent and birth have me preoccupied with the womb verses. I remember as a child wondering why my twin and I had no middle names. My three other brothers and two sisters all have middle names. My parents did not actually have a reason other than since we were twins and they were running out of names for us since there were two, they left middle names out. My parents never gave us the story of how they chose the names we do have either. Don’t feel bad for us, I have found out in my adulthood what our names mean. First our names, my name is Eric McIntosh, and my brother is Chris. He is adamant that his birth certificate only has Chris and not Christopher. Anyhow, his name means bearer of Christ. My name is Nordic and means ‘forever’ or ‘eternal’ ruler. Our last name, McIntosh, is Scottish/Welsh and means son of the chieftain (King). So, then my name is Eternal Ruler son of the King! Well, who needs a middle name after that? (Laughing at myself)
I am an African American man with a Nordic first name and a Scottish last. Did God name me in my mother’s womb? I reflect on having no roots or records of the rock of which I was hewn, no passed down legacy of where we are from. Africa is a continent and not a country thus no known nationality for me! But maybe, in being robbed of that I can find some solace that in my mother’s womb I still have a family history with our creator. With that history and belonging I have a purpose. I attach myself to the call of Israel to be a light to the nations, even the unknown nation of my origin.
Funny thing is that to this very day, when I see people that knew my twin and I as kids, they call me Chris. Twin confusion I guess, even though we look nothing alike. I often wonder if anyone ever calls him Eric? I don’t think so, at least he has never told me. Alas, I am forever Chris to many. I’ll share that name too. After all I am a bearer of Christ and will indeed be a willing arrow in God’s quiver.
Respond
Father Almighty who has named me in my mother’s womb and formed me to be your servant. Use us Lord to make your salvation known to the ends of the earth. Use us whom you have formed to midwife beloved community and give birth to new life in our corners of this dying world. Shine your light that those around us might be saved by the gaze of your Son Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior, who with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, eternally rules. Amen