Even in the deep mid winter - there is hope.
Monday
Sometime last week as I was writing about the God as love - a love that comes even with each breath of life - I wondered about those times when we are not able to breathe. I thought about the tomb - not the empty one. I thought about the tomb that was full with death - Jesus' dead body - dead and gone - no breath - no life. That is quite the hopeless situation. Things are done and gone by then. This is when things begin to stinketh. But we say that God as love does not let that be the way we will go. Rather, God as love will be present through that darkness -through the brutality of death - after all the blood, sweat, and tears have drained from us. God as love will sit there - waiting even as we do not know that God waits. It the dark days of our lives, when things get cold and there is no room for feelings and there is no 'little light of mine' able to be lit, our God as love is like a blanket stretched over us so that we will begin to come back to life. Life is the promise we carry with us through all the days of our lives and into the days that appear to be nothing more than a tomb in which we are alone and with no hope. And yet, there is God as love - waiting with us.
Tuesday
The celebration of the Birth of Jesus is never meant to be a seasonal blow-out. It is a daily realization that God comes and will always come - right into the middle of what is simple, ordinary, and oh so common. The most common adventure we all enter is one that has already taken place - birth. We are already on the way - the adventure of life. We have yet to experience the fullness of death - but it comes upon us daily in many shapes and forms. But for now, think of Mary and Joseph. Who knows all the details? But the story tells us of a birth within an ancient time under the oppressive rule of a great power. A time when people were only seen as numbers on a ledger in order to make sure that the wealth of the day made it up to those who were considered the worthy - the elite - the blessed - the deserving. Maybe times have not changed much. Then again, when we are only seen as objects - numbers, it is very easy to accept that definition of who we are - an object to be used for the benefit of those who have control of the numbers. God as love is not at all concerned with numbers. Even the announcement that will come to from the angels will be a message for all - no limit - no boundary - no preference. Even as death tries to rule us and direct us, think of Mary and Joseph walking. That long walk under the control of others is like the walk many of us take in order to fit into the system of control that only offers us death. And yet, from their journey comes joy - birth - life - possibility - new life - right within the games of the powers of death and control. Quite a statement of life.
Remember that we are a people who look down to the manger from the cross. We know the end even as we get caught up in the great expectation of the beginning. In fact, we would not be so involved in stories of Bethlehem and a manger if it were not for the life that it set in motion. A life in which God as love enters into the fullness of humanity. This is no 'outsider' story. This is no story of gods from another place and time. It is a story about how God shapes humanity as part of that love that will let no one go. That is a love that we love - a life that is full of love that does not turn it's back on anyone for any reason. That is Christmas. That is God for us. That is the redemption of humanity to the fullness of God's intention from the beginning. God as love is a reality and we are invited to - inspired to - be the living parts of that reality.
O God of love and new life, set us loose to be your love - embolden us and empower us. Amen.
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