Peace makes me think of relaxation, calm, a wide open space and harmony. When I want to be “at peace,” typically that means an escape involving travel, alone time or a quiet nook in a cafe.

Peace I leave with you. My peace I give to you. I do not give as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid, promises the Prince of Peace.  I do not give as the world gives. I am always searching for my completion, my peace, in what someone else offers – a soothing candle, exercise and diet, relationships, social media and entertainment.

My peace I give to you. If peace is something that he gives, if he is peace, then peace is wholeness and completion, something that only comes with the presence of the Prince of Peace in our lives. Peace is not the escape from our circumstances, but it is the embrace of someone, him.

He gives himself as our peace, and he asks me to surrender to his peace.

This week’s advent meal happened by accident, and turned out to be a dual effort by Husband and I. Lentils have been on my mind more and more as a good source of protein instead of relying constantly on red meat, and I love lentils in almost anything. There is something complete, hearty and nourishing about this humble…I don’t know what it is. Vegetable? Grain? Pulse? Last weekend I tried making Sri Lankan dahl for the first time in my life. It turned out well, so well that I wanted to eat it again on Monday as my advent food.

I made a big pot of it, and when I returned after eight in the evening, Husband already had a portion of it. But he re-invented it per German standards. It turns out that his grandmother used to make a lentil dish almost exactly like this particular pot of what I thought was Sri Lankan dahl, only the German version has sausage and – promise – red wine vinegar. Very strange to think of vinegar in dahl, yes? It soothed my taste buds and satisfied my hunger.

  • Gerlankan Dahl sautee in oil chopped onion, crushed garlic and finely chopped ginger. Add a few cinnamon sticks, some cumin powder and a bit of garam masala and keep sauteeing. After a minute or two add red lentils. Fry for another minute or so then add water. It is hard for me to know how much water to add – I started with double the amount, but  as it soaked up the liquid, I added more. After the lentils are cooked and it’s a good consistency, chop some sausage into it (the better quality the sausage, the better it will be; we had the cheapest kind of smoked sausage available and it was still good). Add red wine vinegar at the end – go easy, add bit by by and taste as you go.

Jesus said, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”

from the book of John, chapter 14

Squeezed between a man and a woman on a tight EasyJet flight back to Geneva, I opened my little blue Bible to Matthew 1. It was the first Sunday of Advent, and I was trying to find some way of connecting with The Story and think about hope.

Lineages don’t usually make me cry. I skip over those sections most of the time, but the tears flowed freely after a few verses.

The book of the geneology of Jesus Christ, the son of David, the son of Abraham.

David who killed a man so that he could have another wife. Abraham who gave his wife to the Egyptians because he was a coward, who slept with his wife’s servant and fathered an illegitimate son.

Abraham was the father of Isaac, and Isaac the father of Jacob, and Jacob the father of Judah and his brothers, and Judah the father of Perez and Zerah by Tamar…

Judah slept with his daughter-in-law, Tamar, who was pretending to be a temple prostitute in order to seduce her father-in-law so that she could bear a child, continue the family line and have a legitimate place in society as a widow with children.

Salmon the father of Boaz by Rahab, and Boaz the father of Obed by Ruth, and Obed the father of Jesse, and Jesse the father of David the king.

Rahab the prostitute and from Jericho, a gentile. Ruth an outsider to the Jewish tradition, another gentile.

David was the father of Solomon by the wife of Uriah.

He will not let us forget that David stole another man’s wife.

There are so many more – Uzziah who began as a favoured king to end with leprosy because of his pride against God. Manasseh who sacrificed his sons in the fires of other gods. But it’s from these people that he chose to come. This is the son of God’s family tree with his broken and belligerent mothers and fathers.

The tall, balding man next to me tried to see if I was crying without openly staring. Could I help myself? Any of us given a free pass from our past would take it. The Baby offers something better. He came from brokenness and rebellion, and he comes to us in our brokenness and rebellion.

He gives himself. Redemption for the mistakes. His blood for our guilt. Hope for our sin.

He was probably looking forward to marrying her. No one knows if Mary was beautiful, but there must have been something special about her to be the son of God’s mother. How long had their wedding plans been in place before he found out she was pregnant? Did she tell him? Did her parents tell him? Or was it just town news?

Joseph’s story called out to me from Matthew 1; there is so little about him, but the little speaks of greatness. Taking a pregnant bride would have been a blow to his ego, his reputation and could not have been an easy way to begin a marriage. I’ve heard that Mary was in her mid-teens when she had Jesus. I’m not sure how a teenager copes with pregnancy hormones or how her new husband did it.

The first candle of the wreath is called the hope candle, and I can’t imagine how Joseph made it through those nine months and the years after without a solid hope in what is real. Hope that he really heard from God. Hope that his wife wasn’t pregnant with another man’s baby. Hope that they could afford the trip to Bethlehem. Hope that she wouldn’t go into labor on a mountainside.

Hope that the babe was the real Messiah.

I wanted to create a meal out of the emotions I felt for each week of Advent. For this first week, the meal is inspired by Joseph, his simple trust and humble beginnings. This is a lamb stew with hummus and a loaf of bread. I tried to imagine what a poor carpenter in Israel would eat, and this is far from it with my garam masala and can of tomatoes (would tomatoes have grown in Israel back then?). But the point is that it is simple using one or two key ingredients that would have been available at the time.

  • Joseph’s Stew chop lamb into cubes, sautee in some onion and garlic, add a small can of tomatoes and more water (so that it is covered), add some spices – I chose garam masala and some cumin. I also added a cube of beef bouillon. Let it simmer on low heat for a while until the sauce thickens slightly and the meat is tender.
  • Hummus drain a can of chickpeas and rinse. Blend in a food processor with garlic, olive oil, cumin, salt and lemon juice. I didn’t have tahini paste, but it still tasted great and was a good consistency.