Christmas Eve
By The Rev. Martha Frances+
Christmas Eve (Christmas Day 1)
24 December 2008
Text: Luke 2: 1-20
Others: Isaiah 9: 2-7; Psalm 96; Titus 2: 11-14
Only the angels & the shepherds speak. First, the angel of the Lord appears to the shepherds & has to tell them first not to be afraid. The angel assures the shepherds that it is good news he brings: that a baby who will be a Savior is born to them, to the shepherds, which is their 2nd big surprise. Who, us? But we don't matter! We're not important enough! they might say. Clearly, the angel expects them to go find the child since he gives directions: a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes & lying in a manger. But with the influx of people into Bethlehem for the census, there just might be several of these babies.
Undaunted, the shepherds respond that they'll find the baby & his parents, & they take off into town to do just that & to share their incredible story. What more might the shepherds say to their neighbors once they have found the Christ Child in that stable designed for housing animals? Looking back over 2000 years, our habit is to glamorize the scene with clean, middle-classed shepherds visiting in a cozy barn with clean-smelling hay to Mary & Joseph who are just a bit inconvenienced by their trip from Nazareth to Bethlehem. But who would really listen to mangy shepherds considered the scum-bags of society tell about this homeless couple housed in a cave with the smelly animals because Bethlehem was over-crowded due to the census? Yet don't you know those shepherds had a story to tell their grandkids for years to come?
Joseph was a much older man than Mary, but he must have been befuddled despite the angel's explanation, for his family must start life in a city he scarcely knew tho it was his ancestor David's city. What might he say? Here I am a hard-working carpenter now displaced from home, & these shepherds tell me angels sang to THEM about my son's miraculous birth. Here the angels are interfering with our lives once again, & I've heard that we may have to flee to Egypt to protect the boy. What about my business interests back in Nazareth?
The innkeeper is probably really sweating now. After all, I gave this couple the only place I had, not knowing they were going to have all these guests. Maybe they are important people, but you can't trust folks whom shiftless shepherds visit. However, last night, some kings knocked on my door asking for the location of a newborn king. King? That's a pretty baby, but he's far from a king, in my opinion. Still, it's been a most curious night!
And then there is Mary, the teenaged mother exhausted from childbirth. Such a long journey, & then the birth of my baby boy Jesus without even my mother's aid. Joseph was attentive as was possible, but this is the closest he's ever been to childbirth, & I know he wanted better for us. I had hardly gotten cleaned up from the night's activities when a whole group of shepherds appeared to see our baby, telling a tale of angels singing, "Glory to God in the highest heaven, & on earth peace among those whom he favors!" "On earth, peace. . . ." I must treasure these words, pondering them in my heart during my prayer time.
From Isaiah we heard tonight that the child born would be named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Our epistle promises that Jesus Christ might redeem us from all iniquity.
Surely God became man in Jesus Christ so that we earthly beings might be with him—that we might begin our divinization just as he became human. The danger of the wonder of this night is that it may be all too precious, & we might go away from here believing it is enough to have worshipped tonight. Yet the incarnation radically transforms the history of the world so that we may be personally transformed & be agents of transformation.
This year we've had one of the longest & most rancorous presidential campaigns ever, an amazing number of political debacles & scandals, an ever-worsening recession that couldn't even be named such for a long time into it, & more terrorism in the world. And still there are wars, even as there were in Jesus' day.
Yet we Christians are to be agents of hope, & to put that hope to work. Two stories might stimulate your pondering this Christmas as to how you might be an agent of transformation:
On Christmas Eve 1914, on the WWI battlefield of Flanders, German, British & French troops facing each other were settling in for the night when a young German soldier began to sing, "Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht." Others joined in, & then Brits & French responded with other Christmas carols. Folksinger John McCutcheon wrote about that night from the viewpoint of a young British soldier:
"The next they sang was 'Stille Nacht,' 'Tis 'Silent Night'," says I. And in two tongues one song filled up that sky.
"There's someone coming towards us!" the front line sentry cried.
All sights were fixed on one lone figure coming from their side. His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shone on that plain so bright
As he bravely strode unarmed into the night.
Soon one by one on either side walked into No Man's land.
With neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand.
We shared some secret brandy & we wished each other well
And in a flare-lit soccer game, we gave 'em hell.
We traded chocolates, cigarettes, & photographs from home,
These sons & fathers far away from families of their own.
Young Sanders played his squeeze box & they had a violin
This curious & unlikely band of men.
Soon daylight stole upon us & France was France once more
With sad farewells we each began to settle back to war.
But the question haunted every heart that lived that wondrous night
"Whose family have I fixed within my sights?"
'Twas Christmas in the trenches, where the frost so bitter hung,
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung.
For the walls they'd kept between us to exact the work of war
Had been crumbled & were gone for evermore.
Secondly, Diana Butler Bass writes of a conversation with her husband after the almost-incomprehensible actions of the Amish toward the family of the man who shot up a schoolhouse full of young girls. She had responded, "It is an amazing witness to the peace tradition," to the reports that their practice of forgiveness had been borne out in their elders' visiting the widow of the gunman to offer forgiveness, their inviting the widow to their own children's funerals, their sharing all relief monies intended for Amish families with the widow & her family, & then 30 members of the Amish community attending the funeral of the killer.
Bass's husband declared passionately, "Witness? I don't think so. This went well past witnessing. They weren't witnessing to anything. They were actively making peace." Not only did the actions of the Amish witness to God's being a god of forgiveness, but they actively created the conditions where forgiveness could happen. During my sabbatical this summer as I read the book Amish Grace based on this amazing outpouring of forgiveness, I realized that the Amish take absolutely seriously the petition in the Lord's Prayer "Forgive us our trespasses AS we forgive those who trespass against us." I'll never again say the Lord's Prayer without giving homage to the depth of forgiveness the Amish offer. Bass continues, "In acting as Christs, they did not speculate on forgiveness. They forgave. And forgiveness is, as Christianity teaches, the prerequisite to peace. We forgive because God forgave us; in forgiving, we participate in God's dream of reconciliation & shalom."
Then Bass suggests an absolute ludicrous course of action: what if the Amish were in charge of the war on terror? "What if," she continues, "after 9/11, instead of seeking vengeance, we had stood together in human pain, looking honestly at the shared sin & sadness we suffered? What if we had tried to make peace? So this is my modest proposal. We're 5 years too late for an Amish response to 9/11. But maybe we should ask them to take over the Department of Homeland Security. After all, actively practicing forgiveness & making peace are the only real alternatives to perpetual fear & a multi-generational global religious war. I can't imagine any other path to true security. And nobody else can figure out what to do to end this insane war. Why not try the Christian practice of forgiveness?"
Regardless of your political stance on the present war, we are called to follow the Prince of Peace & to be peace-makers. Tonight, as we once again open our hearts to the Christ Child who comes again & again to us in our life's journey, may we ponder Christ's deepest desire for our hearts, & may we take seriously our becoming more like Jesus just as he became like us.
