A. um is what you're thinkin'.
I been thinkin' this:
Jesus’
coming was marked by ignominy, impossibility and doubt. His arrival was shrouded in obscurity,
privacy, poverty and humility. Few had
any inkling of his birth, though many longed for the coming of “messiah”. Those few who received a direct, divine
announcement were among the uneducated, the poor and the oppressed.
Incredibly,
the birth announcement was captured in brightness and song – we presume – while
accompanied by some kind of unique and impressive configuration of stars or
heavenly bodies. Still, very few actually
saw, heard, understood and acted on the announcement.
When public
officials and rulers learned that the “messiah” may have been born, they
responded deceitfully and then violently, perhaps as a way to eliminate a
perceived, future threat to their own authority. But their violent machinations did not alter
the child’s future. In fact, those
horrible infanticide served to fulfill prophecies spoken long before Jesus’
birth! And while the shame of his
conception, the humble nature of his birthplace and early years, and his
despised ethnic affiliation would dog his steps throughout his life, those
accusations mattered nothing to him.
In our day
the reality and import of Jesus’ incarnation remains often shrouded by that
which might point truthfully to him: color, light, festivity, song, exchange of
gifts and well wishes, family visits and a public holiday. In truth, the Enemy cannot harm the Christ
child now nor undo the Triumph of Christ’s Golgotha. Instead, he may aim to keep the
meaning and “reason for the Season” veiled – for all practical purposes hidden
from imparting its life-giving good news in the guise of good intentions.
This veiling
effect troubles me. I observe, for
example, that the good will of gift exchanges and good deeds at Christmas
may merely distract from, rather than point clearly to, the wonder of God’s gift to
us of his precious Jesus. A European
visitor’s (to the USA) illustrates this misunderstanding with his greeting: May this
special time of Christmas be an opportunity for you to spend pleasant moments
among loved ones, in an atmosphere full of love and mutual kindness. Of course, I do not want to be among those
who frown on “pleasant moments among loved ones”, though the sentiment does
bring to mind the unhappy irony of Jesus’ own experience: “He came to his own, but his own did not
receive him.”
I
have heard myself admit to feeling more like Scrooge in Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. But that attitude does not serve any good
purpose either. In fact, I realize that
I may actually be cooperating in the Enemy’s cover-up by concentrating on the
weal and woe of Christmas frenzy! In
this I miss that God may “show up” and be present to me in a fresh way.
As
a result, I found myself struck by and meditating anew, for example, on the
immensity of Christ’s incarnation through the phrases captured in Phillip
Brooks’ 1867 Christmas carol, O Little
Town of Bethlehem:
O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth the everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth the everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.
What did the author mean by this last
phrase? How might Jesus’ arrival have
occasioned that the hopes and fears – beyond merely those of captive Israel,
but including all humanity throughout its history - could be met in Him? Why, that is huge and surely of global
import! Indeed, it is good news of great
joy! For now I will allow that to remain
not completely understood and bathe it rather in mystery and worship.
For Christ is born of Mary, and gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars together, proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King, and peace to [all] on earth!
While mortals sleep, the angels keep their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars together, proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King, and peace to [all] on earth!
- gsh
1 comment:
thanks for sharing so eloquently, dad!
-rlf
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