In the Tucson area, the feast day of Saint John the Baptist is the beginning of the summer monsoon. The National Weather Service would tell you differently, and so sometimes would the sky.
Traditionally, however, this is the day, on June 24, to celebrate the relief from the dry days that came before. And as we might note, it is six months before Christmas. The Nativity of John the Baptist comes six months before the Nativity of Jesus. And so we have a little time to prepare. Half a year? Is that enough? Enough to have before you as your world threatens to come apart? We got a little more notice before climate change really struck us between the eyes. And this is monumental.
Give ourselves a break: it doesn’t look like much, does it? Two kids born far away and long ago, their births barely recorded except that their parents seemed to know what was going on. Listen to the song of Zechariah, as we do so often in morning prayer and in the Eucharistic celebration of John’s feast, and we begin to realize something big is happening. The song itself seems most happy about vindication and freedom from Israel’s earthly enemies. But there is more going on.
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This child is powerful. He dresses strangely like a prophet come out of old, the pages worn and tattered in the holy books: here he is in the flesh. He proclaims the coming of the one that was to come, the one awaited, the one anticipated, the one feared.
Herod the Great and his boys knew what was going on. A big threat to the way things were. The way we are now, he seemed to say, is the way things should stay — are going to stay, if he has anything to say about it. But, of course, he does not. That privilege goes to an obscure priest, a father, who finds himself saying, “His name is John” — and his tongue is loosened and he is not afraid to give the news. A change is coming: be ready.
We get here through the words of the prophet Isaiah, best known on Christmas, in Handel’s Messiah: Comfort, comfort ye my people… It is a plea, a proclamation, a promise. The one to come is on his way. And we remember it, six months away, the other end of the year, here in the desert on a hot night.
We remember also something from the Psalms that the prophecy is real throughout Scripture. It is a plea for light in a time of darkness. I still remember vividly singing a setting of this Psalm 85:10 in choir at my home church: Mercy and truth have met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other. The composer Armand Russell wrote it in anticipation of the beginning of a conflict as the U.S. troops began to move into Iraq. I know those tanks rolled more than once. And I know the mourning in the voice of the psalm, that even now and always, there was a better way than armies moving into position.
We need to celebrate; we need to remember that with the voice of John in the wilderness, the good news, the hard news, the true story, is coming into the light.
In the tender compassion of our God, the dawn from on high shall break upon us, To shine on those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death, and to guide our feet into the way of peace. — Luke 1:78-79
Isaiah 40:1-11
Psalm 85:7-13
The El Día de San Juan Fiesta takes place each year on June 24, the feast day of San Juan Bautista, Saint John the Baptist, the patron saint of water. The fiesta marks the beginning of the summer rains in Southern Arizona.
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