Showing posts with label Luke 2:1-20. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 24, 2023

TRADITION IS THE LIVING FAITH­­­

Nickey, one of the Blind Mice, is seated at a table in Nickey's Corner with his front paws on a computer keyboard. He is wearing a short sleeve shirt and shorts with a bowtie and sunglasses. The tip of his tail is bandaged.
’Twas the night before Christmas

And all through the house

Not a creature was stirring

Not even a mouse.

 

I love Christmas time. There are so many little schnippels left behind. It is a veritable smorgasbord of tasty tidbits for mice. It seems difficult to believe that mice in C. C. Moore’s 1823 would have been less active than today, but I suppose it’s possible.

 Anyway, Peter (not the disciple) and I were talking about Christmas traditions. (Wouldn’t that be something if had been talking to Peter, the disciple? First, I’d probably have to tell him what Christmas is.) Anyway, Peter (not the disciple) and I were talking.

Why are sugar plums not popular during other seasons of the year? Did the first stocking hung by the chimney have holes in it? How did the gifts of St. Nicholas and Santa Claus come about; and how did St. Nicholas day and presents for the poor on December 6 get mixed up with Christmas 19 days later? Traditions, where do they come from?

Holiday celebrations are often driven by traditions without always understanding where those traditions come from or what their meaning is. You have heard about the woman who cut the ham in half before baking it because that’s what her mother did, right?

I told Peter how important I think Christmas is, and how I keep pondering the sign outside a church that a friend of mine had seen, “If it weren’t for Christmas, there wouldn’t be Easter.” Wow! When I mentioned that, Peter made me sit through a rather lengthy monologue. I share it with you because I would hate to be the only one to suffer through it; I mean the only to have profited from it.

 

At Christmas, people bring evergreens trees into the homes, but they kill those trees in order to get them in their living rooms and then vacuum the needles from those trees out of the carpet until next July. Why? because they are symbols of everlasting life. And rarely do people talk about the Christmas tree carrying within it the upside down cross of crucifixion of Peter (the disciple!).

Lights strategically placed among the branches simulating candles or maybe sparkling reflected moonlight on ice crystals rarely lead to pondering Jesus as the light of the world. People hang those pretty globes of red and yellow and green and blue, sometimes silver and gold, without seeing the fruit Adam and Eve plucked from the tree in the garden.

Wreaths hung on doors or walls do not remind people of the crown of thorns Jesus wore nor of the laurel leaf crowns of victory and Jesus’ victory over death and the grave; they do not even remind them of the Advent season just past nor that the circle is the symbol of eternal life. When people put candles in the windows, they talk about how pretty in looks from the street, but do they speak of the tradition coming from lighting the way of Christ to our homes?

As you said, “this is a time of tradition,” but does it mean anything for us today beyond the sentimental warm fuzzy of childhood. Sometimes I wonder whether Christmas has become the metaphor of the Church. Does it just have sentimental attachment that gives a certain sense of nostalgic peace? Has Church become more about what we get from it rather than what we do to enliven it?

Is Christmas more about the presents to be received than the supreme gift of salvation received from the tree/cross? Jaroslav Pelikan said it this way, “Tradition is the living faith of the dead. Traditionalism is the dead faith of the living.”

Nickey, I’m afraid it is like so many other things in our lives. There is a process that we can trace throughout story and time. In Dialogic Imagination, M. M.  Bakhtin calls the process whereby divine stories become common entertainment grotesquing. He describes it through the history of Greek mythology from its divine beginnings to theater in the Turkish marketplace and Punch and Judy puppet shows of the 16th century.

In the same way, we can see a direct line between the biblical narrative and South Park. Grotesquing is a natural process. It is the job of every generation to reclaim the importance of the divine story, thus releasing it from the grotesque.

If we ignore those stories as the “living faith of the dead “and act them out without thought, we, in turn, make them dead for those who follow. We move from tradition to traditionalism. We practice certain behaviors because they mean something, but then we just do them without thought.

If the process of grotesquing is part of what the Church is moving toward, then the presentation of a doll in the manger during times of seeking and needing life, may be the beginning of a process of grotesqued objectification that fails to present the living body of Christ among us. When that happens, we lose Paul’s words in 1 Corinthians 2, “I decided to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ and him crucified.”

I suppose the sign you mentioned makes sense in the course of history, but the fact of the matter is Christmas does not make Easter possible. Few remember the arguments that troubled the Early Church concerning the most faithful way to celebrate Easter, but it is Easter that makes Christmas possible.

Yes, before there was Lent, before there was a season of Epiphany, before there was Christmas, or Advent, the Early Church debated the faithful way to celebrate Easter. Should the celebration be a fixed date celebration, or should the cosmic placement of Easter be celebrated?

People had a record of the date of crucifixion. That day on the Jewish calendar translated to March 25 on the Gregorian calendar. They could therefore derive the date of Easter. Instead, the Church chose to celebrate Easter with the cosmos. Therefore, it is always celebrated on the first Sunday after the first full moon following the vernal equinox.

Calendars were not commonplace. Rome Chariot Repair and Insurance by Sparta did not give one out each year. So, if your birthday was celebrated at all, i.e. you were wealthy, it was likely celebrated roughly around the time you were born in the Roman and Greek cultures. In Jewish culture, therefore, birthday celebrations were considered pagan customs.

Philosophers and historians did come up with a process to determine the birthday of important people after their deaths because they thought that the day of your birth was also the day of your conception. From that date they determined the date of your birth. If Jesus was crucified on March 25, then he had been conceived on March 25. It followed that Jesus was born nine months later, December 25. Thus, my dear Nicodemus, we can state positively, if it weren’t for Easter, the event making Jesus’ life significant and his death on the cross the Friday preceding, March 25, there would be no Christmas, not on December 25 nor any other day.

This means that the event which has dominated our culture for so many years is truly subordinate to the event the world would rather forget. Though God’s promises to God’s people have never failed, though God’s steadfastness has never flagged, and though God’s love and mercy continues, humanity chose to rise up against God in the cataclysmic insurrection against Godself, that time of denial and rejection, where God is killed. Yet, in the mercy of God, God overcame the power of sin and death and is raised up from the dead, opening the way to everlasting life.

And so, the people of God come at this Christmas time to tell the story of faith again. The story is told through the lens of the crucifixion and resurrection, that is Easter, with pomp and pageantry, prayers and proclamation from the past, that is, tradition, in the words of the “living faith of the dead”. The body of Christ is again laid in the manger, the eating place, and we, like the shepherds of old come to “see this thing that has taken place, which the Lord has made known to us.”

And arriving, we do not witness a doll in the creche, but the body of Christ, the bread and wine on the eating place, the altar. And when we have told of all the things we have been told about the death and resurrection of Jesus, we are able to altar ourselves and, by that altering, be altered. Being altered, we return to our callings, glorifying and praising God for all we have heard and seen as it has been told to us.

In these days when the Church continues to ask whether it is relevant in the world, let us enter into this Christmas season asking ourselves whether our tradition enlivens us or just makes more work? Do we feel empowered at the end of the Christmas season or just exhausted? Are we living in a world of vibrant tradition or a traditionalism that leaves us empty? Do we believe that, without Christmas, Easter would not be possible, or, without Easter, Christmas could not happen? Is there a tradition you cherish that you need to research in order to make it richer? What are the words we, like Mary, need to ponder in our hearts?

Okay, friends who are still with me, I don’t know about you, but I was somewhat daunted by Peter’s discourse. I had planned on asking what the tradition behind Danish Christmas plates was and which plate Peter liked better, the Bing & Grondahl plates or the Royal Copenhagen plates? And, who made the first chocolate covered cherry? Is it true that chocolate covered cherries make you cheery? How big was the bowl full of jelly? I was waiting for, “And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight, ‘Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.’”

Still, there is something to be said for Christ is alive and living among us. See him in the eating place—given for all people for the forgiveness of sin. This year, may you be filled with wonder in the history and the mystery of the savior Jesus, the risen Christ.

Merry Christmas, tonight and for twelve more days,

Your pal,

Nicodemus,

Editor, Theologian, Counsellor, Mouse

Thursday, December 24, 2020

Rome Improvement 12/24/2020

MORE POWER! MORE GLORY!! MORE SPIRIT!!!

SURVEYING THE SITE—Luke 2:1-20

In many ways, I think of the Gospel of Luke as a musical. It seems like every time you turn around someone is singing. We have heard the songs of Elizabeth, Mary, and Zechariah.

Mary and Joseph get to Bethlehem this week only to discover that not only are all the relatives’ homes are full, but so are the motels are full and there is nowhere to stay. They end up in a place where the eating place, manger, is the only place, apparently, to place the newborn child, Jesus. We do not get to hear that song, but I am sure Mary is singing a psalm of complaint and Joseph responds with psalms of consolation and comfort.

Switch to the shepherds watching their sheep. They are casually talking about the events of the day when, suddenly, spotlights blind them. From the heavens they hear that they are not to be afraid; great things are happening. The savior of the world is being born. Then, choirs in heaven begin singing, “Glory to God in the highest heaven…”

The shepherds leave their hills and go to see the thing the angels spoke of. They see the baby and tell Mary everything they have been told. Another song? Finally, the shepherds return to the hills with their sheep, singing songs of praise. I’m sure it was “Joy to the World.”

READING THE BLUEPRINT

Beloved of God, in this orderly account given by Luke, we are told that Joseph and Mary leave Nazareth and go to Bethlehem to be counted in the census. When they arrive, they find no place, not even in the celebration dining room (usually translated as inn). We will not find this dining room word again in Luke’s Gospel until Jesus meets with his disciples at the Last Supper.

Mary goes into labor, delivers a boy child whom she names Jesus, and creates a new eating place for the world when she places him in the manger. Into this messiness of life—of blood, struggle, pain, and celebration, this life, our lives—Jesus comes to be God’s vulnerable presence among us. This is what the shepherds witness and tell. At the Last Supper we again witness the body and blood of new birth, new covenant, and Christ’s death and resurrection presented before us.

ROUGHING IN THE HOUSE

There is more to this text than the pastoral image we favor. We admire and adore the father and mother of Jesus standing on either side of a hay-filled manger. Around them are animals, some shepherds (sometimes at a distance), and three wise men with camels and gifts.

As pleasing as this tableau is, it does not touch the subversive nature of this text. Luke tells of Jesus’ mother Mary (Miriam, in Hebrew, their rebellion), giving birth to the Son of the Most High, the Son of God, titles belonging to the emperor.

Yet, on this night, on the night of Jesus’ birth, the titles of the world are set aside. God’s son, Jesus (God saves), addresses the pretensions of Caesar Augustus, Herod the Great, Quirinius, and all those who would rule the world. As Caesar wants to count the people for the purposes of taxes, the one who is born in Bethlehem not only knows the number of people, but also the number of hairs on your head, on every head, of every person, not for the purposes of taxation, but because of the intimate love relationship that God has with all creation. 

Further, Luke tells us that the witness of this amazing event is not for the elite. This birth is for shepherds, for the poor, the hungry, the down-trodden, the scorned of the world. Their presence at the birth of the child is not from afar, not at a distance. The shepherds’ presence is an integral part of declaring who Jesus is.

Jesus is the one who is proclaimed from the heavens. He is the one who is declared to be the savior who is Christ the Lord, the one who is born of David’s lineage in the city of David, in Bethlehem, whose name means house of bread. He is the one who will become our bread of life. This bread is not the gift of the Caesar. It is a gift from God, who fills the hungry with good things, who casts down the haughty, and lifts up the oppressed. The one who is born is the one who will shake the foundations of the world and lead us into new ways of living, ways that will challenge the very authority of the Caesar and all of the imperially minded for the rest of time.

PUTTING UP THE WALLS

The earliest creed of the Church is “Jesus is Lord.” It is such a simple statement, but in the world of Rome, Caesar was lord. This faith statement challenges the authority of all who would rule over us. “Jesus is Lord” says that there is nothing higher than God’s presence among us. There is no pledge, oath, symbol, or nation that has greater authority over us than God’s love alone. In our nation, even our flag submits to the empty cross. God’s loving word, revealed to us in the person of Jesus, stands above and beyond all other obligations.

HANGING TRIM

This year, as we “virtually” worship with one another, let us see the Christ-child laid in the eating place before us and see our altars with the substantial elements of bread and wine laid out before us with God’s words, “Given for you.” May we know Christ’s presence in the altars of our hearts, altered by Christ’s presence in our lives, and then join in the song of Luke’s Gospel, “Glory to God in the highest heaven and on earth, peace among those whom he favors.”.

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

JOBLESS AND HOMELESS IN ANGEL HEIGHTS

TEMPLE TIMES

Editorial: B. A. Roman

JOBLESS AND HOMELESS IN ANGEL HEIGHTS

From time to time, social issues come to the attention of this paper which deserve to be covered as a forum for reform and for the public good. Recently one such story came to the attention of the editorial staff at the Temple Times. In the name of law and order, and the future wellbeing of the state, this pernicious story should call our citizenry to examine and address the radical consequences of jobless bums in our public spaces, the problems of teenage pregnancy, and life conditions for run-aways in our urban centers.
 
I must warn our readers that the following material may be dangerous and strong parental guidance is recommended for our younger readers. It is a scandalous story. It is so scandalous that there are those who have told it and been imprisoned and sentenced to death for repeating it, but because of its long reaching ramifications, this paper feels compelled to report this story.
 
A few years ago, a young girl got in trouble; well, she got pregnant. She was only about fifteen years old and of course there were people who talked. Charges of statutory rape were considered. Her boyfriend, Joseph Jacobson, 19, emigrated here recently. After thinking about it for a while, he decided that he would marry the girl, but he wanted to do it right, in his hometown of Angel Heights. The two of them journeyed back to Angel Heights, but no family member would let them stay at their home. They went to a hostel. Even there they were turned away because of her minor status and condition. Finally, in desperation they sneaked into a garage for the night.
 
With all the stress of the trip and the humiliation of being turned away time and again, the young girl went into labor. Fortunately, there were no complications, and a healthy baby was born. They covered the baby with some rags they found there and waited to see what the next day would bring. Later that night they were mobbed by some hard cases—very rough, dirty, men who just showed up. They smelled like they hadn't showered for weeks.
 
It turned out that these men had been staying in Shepherd park a little way away and had been rousted by the Angel Heights Police Department (AHPD). They had also come to the garage for refuge. At first the young couple thought that they were going to be robbed, but, when the men saw the baby, they decided to have a party.
 
I suppose it was because of the poverty of his parents, or maybe it was the bad company the child grew up with and hung out with, but what this paper knows for sure is that while he was young, he ran away from his parents at least once. Then when he was old enough to be out on his own, he chose to associate with the most unsavory people. He was part of the fringe culture disrupting social order advocating for radical social reform and equal rights. He was cited for demonstrating without a permit and was frequently seen in the company of questionable low-level bureaucrats who are presently also under investigation. Finally, after a night of partying which will long be remembered, the child was arrested. It turns out that he and his cohorts were involved with some radical sect who were plotting against the government. He was found guilty of treason and sentenced to death.
 
Following his execution, his body disappeared.  It has never been found and subversives within our community continue to lift up his principles for living claiming that he still lives.
 
With such disturbing life stories rising from the streets of joblessness and homeless despair, this paper asks its readers. “What do you think should be done?