A Singular Birth

“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore, we will not fear though the earth gives way, though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains tremble at its swelling.” (Psalm 46:1-3)

The shepherds are captivated by the baby the angels called a Savior

It wasn’t grandiose, barely comfortable, in fact. There were no pompous greetings; no one took hats and hung them carefully on golden hooks or handed out celebratory stems of fine wine.

Those that gathered in this place had each received a most unexpected, yet remarkable, personal invitation and without hesitation had followed – of all things – a brilliant star to a stable in a remote part of a small town.

As the dress code was assumed to be come as you are, guests were clothed in simple cotton tunics that left knees free during labor-intensive tasks like planting, herding or chasing pillaging wolves. Most wore outer garments made of camel’s hair to keep warm and shed rain. Many carried a hooked club made of oak wood that identified them as shepherds.

They crowded around an unsteady manger filled with prickly straw that had been set up behind an inn smelling of dust and manure. There was a sign posted on the door of the Inn- “No Room.”

Captivated by a newborn child hastily enveloped in cloth, the assemblage did not notice the humble poverty of the exhausted mother who could not seem to take her adoring eyes from her son or the father who hovered protectively over the mother and child.

No one belittled the accommodations or deplored the animals, big and small, trampling heavily and noisily around the manger. There was no gossip about how this family ended up here or laments about foolish decisions. They had come to see the baby that lay in the manger, and they too were poor.

A passerby pulled aside a stable hand to ask what caused these stalwart men to leave their flock and brave the journey here. The young boy’s eyes seem to glow with a light that intensified as he told the story he had heard.

“The shepherds were abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock at night. Suddenly an angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid,” he said clasping his hands in prayer.

“The angel said to them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger,” he breathed the words exactly as they had been said.

“And suddenly a multitude of the heavenly host praising God appeared with the angels, singing, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men,” he ended.

The boy turned and gestured to the passer-by to follow him, “Come, come and see the King.”

The man hastened to follow, splashing through puddles of muddy water, wet hay and brambles sticking to his shoes, his heart beating joyfully.

An Unanticipated Birth Place for a Savior.

Would it not have been supposed that the birth of such a King as this, would merit a magnificent ceremonial festival in the grand hall of a palace as a welcome into the world?

Only so if Jesus were not a radical.

As such, He was born in poverty, among animals, with the Roman-appointed king of Judaea intent on slaughtering Him. His life was radical, His death was radical. His love was radical. It changed the entire course of human history.

When Jesus came to earth over two thousand years ago, He encountered two groups of people. People who loved Him and wanted true freedom and those who felt threatened by everything He stood for and feared losing their power and authority. Not unlike today.

As a reformer, Jesus rose up against authority and tradition. His life and teachings a sweeping invitation to something beyond what most of us have settled for. Jesus was a political revolutionary calling for change in human hearts, but also compelling sweeping and comprehensive change in the political, social, and economic structures.

Jesus simply allowed truth to reign supreme. Inundate a culture with truth, and enemies are loved, the marginalized prioritized and wealth inequality exposed for the sham it is.

In today’s society truth is radical.

To accept truth completely in every situation is exceedingly difficult. It requires the patience of a saint and the diplomacy of an ambassador. Every day we are tempted in a multitude of ways to have an incidental relationship with truth by ignoring, stretching or manipulating it. Motivation rises out of political correctness, a need to be admired, convenience or expediency. Truth is not a finely-honed human skill.

Jesus had a lot to say about wealth, causing havoc for money changers, paralleling a journey through the eye of a needle to the ease for the rich to enter heaven and warning that the love of money is the root of all evil. The recalcitrant Prince of Peace told a rich young ruler to sell everything and give it to the poor. He told His disciples the same thing. In essence, we are stewards and managers of everything we possess, no more and no less.

While we acknowledge in theory that the last shall be first as He proclaimed, in practice many still pursue influence and power at a personal, cultural and political level. Still, it can be difficult to love your brothers and sisters when you are subjected to indiscretions, offenses or evil deeds they have committed.

Following Jesus is not an easy path.

Sadly, as life is increasingly lived online, we are in danger of losing real human connection and interaction, enslaving us to the often biased, selfish and egocentric portrait of the world displayed there. It is debatable that theology has yet caught up to technology.

So how is it possible for so many to profess a belief in Jesus, yet ignore the suffering of the poor and the needy? Just how truly faithful to the vision of Jesus are the many, politicians included, who claim to be Christian?

How Do We Respond to the Radical Words of Jesus?

The truth must be spoken; lies discredited; misconceptions, misinformation and hate exposed.

Crusade for justice, equity and opportunity for all those who have been systematically held back, punished, cheated, abused, ignored and isolated by providing everyone the opportunity to earn, save and build wealth not just the privileged.

We must do all that is in our power to stop selfish, self-centered, power driven speech, actions and plans from our governance because the truth is that they are working for the people, not the other way around.

Rebuild a vision of a country that is truly of, by and for the people to replace the image of a future controlled by a handful astride the human heap.

Be willing to be vulnerable.

Work for the common good, making the new, beneficial, life expanding discoveries accessible to all.

Reexamine mass hurt by bringing both survivors and perpetrators together to address human rights violations.

All people must acknowledge their mistakes and forgive each other. Banish the camouflaged trappings used against each other and connect through our common humanity, honoring the human soul, spirit and essence.

Claim the right to be free from brutality, oppression, government, power, greed and hate, casting off injustice to herald diversity.

Condemn those who exploit the people and follow those who love their fellow man. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., one of the foremost practitioners of the politics of Jesus, selflessly embraced the ethic of love and understood that the purpose of love was to take down the pillars of oppression.

What Kind of World Can We Expect if We Follow the Radical Politics Jesus Introduced into the World?

We would welcome the stranger and together would publicly work out what that means. Politicians and followers of Jesus’s politics would use love and justice to evaluate and measure the government’s work.

Grievances, cruelty, lies, inequity, disparities, inequalities could be aired and heard openly as penalties, punishment and consequences are assessed for those violating human rights. Knowing this would encourage us to work together, discuss our needs, anxieties and differences.

Our voices would be heard by all, proclaiming our solidarity.

Know that not everyone will accept you. If people hated Jesus, there will be those who hate you too, but that should never stop you from your quest for justice, equality and equity.

Jesus invites us to live a radical life and demonstrate His love, His forgiveness and His healing to this broken world.  Accepting His challenge to be a radical who walks in forgiveness and compassion as did the Messiah, means we can manifest change.

There is no alternative but to face the past squarely and step into the future.

Celebrate the miracle of Christmas with me.

So faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

Life in a Snow Globe

Faith allows things to happen.  It is the power that comes from a fearless heart.  And when a fearless heart believes, miracles happen.

The year reluctantly surrenders the last days of December to the eager attentiveness of another year. If I knew the secret of snow globes this interlude would endure as the epitome of family tradition; that place where joys and dreams live on and on, impervious to harm or decay.

No one can tell you how to find that place but you know exactly where it is and when you are there. When you are truly in that place, you do not merely believe or hope, you are wrapped in a sense of belonging and safety that bolsters the courage necessary to assume risks and to take on the difficult challenges. Your faith, integrity, purpose and veracity empower your sense of survival because you know that there are some things that can never be taken from you, some things you cannot lose.

Like the sharp, sweet, citrus smell of loblolly pine satiating the crisp air as you snap across the lance-shaped needle bundles and crunch the cones under foot, exploring the woods for a flawless Christmas tree. One that spans the width of the front window and brushes lightly against a lofty ceiling, leaving behind hints of sticky resin. The proud evergreen whorls of horizontal branches dangle diaphanous ornaments that sparkle and wink in flashes of seasonal colors to enthrall your heart and spirit.

The sound of nostalgia lingers in semitones of Christmas carols sung together by divas, eager children and tone-deaf innocents whose only wish is to have their elation soar over roof tops and bounce into heaven.

If possible, I would still the hours and, over and over again, savor kisses under the mistletoe, ripped red ribbons flying away from tinseled wrapping to reveal a wish granted, surprised squeals, wide, round eyes, tears of happiness and loving hugs. The blanket tenderly placed on the baby in the manger by a child who knows the bite of cold or the sting of loneliness would remain frozen in time.

What’s so special about nostalgia anyway?

Perhaps it opens your eyes to the riches of being with those you love, opens your heart to the beauty and value of each day, opens your spirit to the privilege of being able to experience joy, opens your faith to the blessings everywhere.

Maybe it cancels the need to acquire or to dominate in order to be happy, unburdens you from the limitations you’ve pirated from others, empties your mind of the fears, doubts, worries and distractions constructed upon each other. Possibly nostalgia lets you be yourself, filled with possibility and the knowledge that all that you need to live life fully is already yours. Steeped in melancholy, you recall memories of what you once believed was possible, longed for and knew could be.

Yet, looking beyond the noise and turmoil of your current thoughts, you may uncover hopes toppled by disillusionment or lost to desperation.

If so, shatter the globe that binds your regrets and let any resentment, anger or disappointment from the past dissolve into nothingness, never to return. Let any anxiety or worry about the future melt away. Do it now to make a positive difference; free yourself.

Look lovingly at where you are, at whom you’re with, at what you’re doing and find a reason to be thankful. Flailing against the darkness will not scare it away. Yet shine your light into its depths and it is no more.

Fighting against your problems makes them stronger and injects them with validity. Instead, transform difficult situations by virtue of your own positive values and efforts. An apropos quote from Herman Hesse tells us Some of us think holding on makes us strong, but sometimes it is letting go.

The more profoundly you appreciate something in your life, the more value you give to it. Graciousness truly opens your eyes to the incredible abundance that is all around and tempts you to take advantage of the special magic of kindness. Abundance then becomes yours.

Kindness is not a difficult thing to grasp or create. It is freely available to all who wish to indulge in its mystique. Every day you unearth abundant opportunities for kindness, each one overflowing with a value more precious than gold.

Conceivably, you may be fighting against obstacles that don’t even exist, yet hold you back more powerfully than the real problems because they prevent you from taking the first step. This pilfers any incentive to move forward.

Where do your thoughts go when your world becomes silent? What do you do when there is nothing that must be done to fill the moments when nothing is expected of you? Take note of what you most willingly and passionately turn to when you can make any choice. These things hold clues to the passions and purposes able to move you powerfully forward because they suggest that idea or ideal that is truly meaningful for you.

Discount how the rest of the world defines success for the success defined by what you treasure is the only success you will conquer. The courage to move forward depends largely on the things you value most in your life. If you don’t already know the value of your most precious treasures, discover, define and understand their significance. Then, give them life.

When you place the greatest value on fleeting, shallow, superficial possessions, you’re constantly at risk of losing it all. Money and material possessions are expedient and can bring a certain richness to life. However, belongings can quickly disappear. Yet if you allow the value of your life to be defined by them, you’re building on wobbly ground.

Traditions that linger and stand the test of time are meaningful, have intrinsic value and tell a story of unity, character, integrity and love that flourishes beyond place and age.

The very best traditions come from ordinary moments. It is not so much what transpires that makes life worthwhile. Rather, it is what you do with it. Some folks are wretched even in the most stimulating, luxurious surroundings, while others find wonder and magic in the most common, routine circumstances.

They know that there are real miracles just waiting to be revealed and if they rely on some extraneous outside factor, even if they attain happiness, they will be frustrated by the sense of emptiness it brings.

But, before famished time completely erodes the dying year, there is still time to solidify the wonders of your holiday and plant them carefully in this year’s snow globe. Pack them carefully with the comfort of family, the camaraderie of neighbors, friends and people that flit through your days, anticipating that next year they will be more than strangers.

Enclose your treasures, old and new, with a heavy coating of love and kindness and save room for the amazing plans you have made, the visions you dream of and the joys you will relish.

Just think of all there is still waiting: the turkey and stuffing, mincemeat pie, cranberry sauce and chilled bottles of wine to sip. Santa Claus and stockings waiting to be filled. Christmas mass and glorious hymns.

Walks after sunset to ogle the inflatable, people-eating-sized snowmen, reindeer and elves that threaten to crush rooftops and topple porches. There are certainly tasteful light shows that illuminate the sidewalks with cheer and yards popping with every imaginable icon, figurine or ornament designed this millennium.

It seems dicey that we will stuff all the many cherished traditions into the miserly pocket of time still remaining but, should you choose to accept the mission, I believe you can do it.

For my part I have to admit, I accept more missions than I should, probably because about many things from incredible to impossible, I simply Believe.

Oh, Holy Night