As the story goes, it’s all about a baby boy, born to a
young couple on a journey by foot, a young carpenter and his teenage wife, a
working class quite ordinary couple whose hour came inconveniently when the inn
was filled to capacity. Born in a stable, perhaps the parking lot of the inn, where guests
parked and fed their donkeys; and laid in a feeding trough for a cradle.
What a humble beginning for a new life. Probably dark and
cold, maybe noisy with all the street clatter of so many travelers all
mandated there for the census, and the constant hee-hawing and the smell of the
donkeys. A couple probably feeling alone
and afraid, when lowly smelly shepherds appeared looking in on them. “We were
watching our sheep in the fields, and an angel appeared to us,” one explained. “The
angel told us not to be afraid, that he was there to bring us good news – that the
Messiah was born tonight right here, and we would find him lying in a feeding
trough.” The shepherds bowed in awe, and the couple pondered in their hearts this strange visit.
A week later, as was the custom, the couple took the new
baby to the temple to be circumcised and dedicated to God. There was an old man
in the temple named Simeon, righteous and devout, who, upon taking the baby in
his arms, prayed a thank you prayer to God: “Now I can die in peace, for I have
held in my arms the light and salvation of Israel and all people.” The couple
returned home, wondering silently at these words.
Back at home life likely became consumed with the day to day
happenings of any young family – feedings, diapers, first words, first steps,
maybe another baby on the way . . . but when the child was maybe two years old,
another unusual group of visitors showed up at the house, bearing expensive
gifts for the child. Astronomers who traveled by camel from foreign lands, who
had seen a bright new star and followed it there to see him whom they called
the new king, the long awaited Messiah.
The Jewish people for centuries had been watching for their
Messiah, one who would save them from their oppression. Was this Jesus the one?
The Christian faith was born on this premise, and Jesus the Christ is its entire
foundation. (“Christ” is the Greek equivalent of the Hebrew “Messiah,” both
meaning “anointed one.”)
Jesus grew to be a radical Jewish teacher, the leader of a
new movement with many followers. He gave sight to blind people, healed the
sick, turned water into wine, and raised the dead. He respected women, ate with
tax collectors, and cared for lepers. He taught about loving one’s enemies,
about seeing even Samaritans as one’s neighbors, about not judging anyone but
oneself, and about love taking precedence over the religious laws. He taught to
care for the poor, to welcome the foreigner, and to treat every human being as
one would like others to treat him/her.
This is the Jesus of Christian Scripture, of the Christian
faith, of Christmas. Will you celebrate him with me – this radical
Middle Easterner whose life and teachings have changed the entire world even to
centuries? Yes, with cultural traditions
of trees and gifts and children on Santa’s lap – for those can bring joy. But mostly,
can we visit the Christ, the one for whose birth the holy day was begun?
But let us be warned, you and me. Should we really see him, we will be forever changed, for to truly see the baby in the manger is to see the Love and Light of God. Jesus said when we feed the hungry, we feed him. When we clothe the naked, we clothe him. When we visit the prisoner, when we welcome the stranger, when we care for those who can give us nothing in return, we do these things unto him. And this, my friends, is Christ-mass.
By this will all know that you are my disciples - that you have love one for another. (John 13:35)
For
stories of Jesus’ life and teachings, read the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.
Other Christmas blogs:
B81. Missing the Message
B52. Reclaiming the Christ Child
Other Christmas blogs:
B81. Missing the Message
B52. Reclaiming the Christ Child
1 comment:
Very lovely. Thank you , Kathy
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