Monday, December 28, 2015

Christmas is about suffering people

Samuel Wells writes:

"Christmas is about suffering people. The children of Israel are living in occupied territory. Rome is an empire, which has no interest in its subject peoples other than extracting from them money and raw materials. At every place in the Christmas story we see the reality of oppression.

The story starts with a census. Why a census? Quite simply, in order to extract more money. Joseph has to travel with his pregnant wife the 100 miles from Nazareth to Bethlehem. Do the authorities care about Mary's condition? Do they compensate Joseph for hours lost at the carpenter's lathe or expenses incurred on an arduous journey? Of course they don't.

And then there's Herod, a puppet king suspended by the fragile threads of his own ego. Herod hears of a new king born in Bethlehem, and suddenly the knives are out and every boy-child is put to the sword. The holy family emigrate to Egypt, as fast as a donkey can take them. ...

Luke's gospel starts with Zechariah, serving in the holy of holies in the Jerusalem temple. It's his big day, and all the other priests are waiting for him to come out, and when he does come out he can't say a word. He's the guy who's been waiting all his life for this moment in the limelight, and when it comes he fluffs his lines.

Then there's Elizabeth, who's waited all her life to have a baby, and it's never come. Adulthood for her has been overshadowed by the monthly disappointments and the social stigma of childlessness. She's got no career to throw herself into: she's simply defined by what she's not. Being defined by what you're not is the essence of poverty.

Then there's Mary. She's got a different personal crisis. She's pregnant and she's clinging to a far-fetched story of who the father is. If you believe that one, you'll believe anything. It's hard enough finding yourself with an unexpected and unwelcome pregnancy in our own culture. Imagine the shame and fear for Mary, in a time when stoning for adultery was not unknown. As for Joseph, consider his humiliation. He's betrothed to this young woman, full of grace, and he thinks he's the luckiest man alive: and then he's made to feel a complete fool - and a heartbroken one at that.

Think for a moment about how large a role shame plays in our culture and in your own life. Shame is crushing, horrifying, terrifying. We'll do almost anything to avoid the searchlight of humiliation. Zechariah, Elizabeth, Mary and Joseph are all in different ways facing up to the reality of shame. At the same time, they're dealing with professional failure, personal disappointment, genuine fear and heart-breaking hurt. ...

Consider the chief priests and scribes whom Herod calls in to explain this rumour of the birth of the messiah. They're torn between their longing for the redemption of Israel and their social and economic loyalty to a corrupt regime. Everyone in the story is at a personal crossroads.

The danger of getting adults to perform the nativity story in a fragile emotional environment like downtown Delhi, drenched with beggars, smells, noise and smog, is that Christmas brings us face to face with the personal crises of our lives.

The Christmas story is teeming with personal grief, unresolved longings, uncomfortable secrets, shabby compromises, intense fears, social humiliation and aching hurts. We don't want to be reminded of these things at Christmas. The whole point of the holidays is to get together with people with whom you can ignore such things for a weekend, and if not be merry, at least eat and drink and enjoy one another for a while.

We don't want to think about our own grief and shame, and we certainly don't want to dwell on ways in which our insensitivity or selfishness might be making other's hurts and pain more intense than they already are."

http://www.abc.net.au/religion/articles/2015/12/24/4378479.htm

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Mary (Michael Frost)

Michael Frost writes:
When the angel Gabriel visits her there is nothing submissive or juvenile about Mary. We meet her as a wild, radical, young thing. She openly challenges the angel (“How will this be, since I am a virgin?”), and later she recites a subversive political manifesto in the home of a temple official, revealing she's capable of deep thought and strong conviction. This is Mary: bold, independent, adventuresome. And yet in obedience to the call of God she squats to give birth to Christ alone in a filthy barn among animals. As Nancy Rockwell says, 
“She is determined, not domestic;  free, not foolish;  holy, not helpless;  strong, not submissive. She beckons women everywhere to speak out for God’s justice, which is waiting to be born into this world.”

Friday, December 18, 2015

Advent, Peter J Leithart

Peter J Leithart writes about Advent:
http://www.firstthings.com/web-exclusives/2015/12/come-lord-jesus

'The Bible begins with an Advent. After Adam and Eve sin, they hear the “voice of Yahweh walking in the garden in the Spirit of the day,” coming to confront and judge and promise a deliverer. The Bible ends with another Advent, a coming of Jesus after the coming of Jesus. The very last words of Revelation are a prayer for Advent: “Yes, I am coming quickly,” Jesus says. And the Spirit and Bride respond, “Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.”

Every judgment and deliverance in between is an arrival. [Babel, Egypt, Sinai]...

The Psalms include celebrations of Advent. “He is coming. He is coming to judge the world” (Psalms 96, 98). ...

Every act of revelation is likewise an Advent. Ezekiel says that the “word of Yahweh came to me” ...

Jesus comes to cast out demons, comes to a new Sinai to teach his Torah, comes as the Word of the Lord to speak peace. He comes as the Bridegroom for his bride. ...

God doesn’t save or speak from a distance. Communion with him is life, and so we are saved when he comes near. We are saved by the power of God only because we enjoy the presence of God. He reveals himself as Savior by coming in person.

He hasn’t stopped coming.'

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Christmas poem by Kurt Marti

then
when God
in the cry of birth
shattered the images of God
and
between Mary’s thighs
wrinkled red
lay the child
— “Weihnacht” by Kurt Marti (1974)