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Friday, December 23, 2016

Imagine Christmas without Carols

Imagine Christmas without carols. Imagine Christmas without packages wrapped with care (and torn open with glee). Imagine Christmas without commercialization. Imagine December was merely a count down from one calendar year to the next. No Advent. No holiday parties and no sugar cookies (I know…sugar cookies are yum). No “Wonderful Life” reruns and no ghosts of Christmas past for Scrooge or anyone else. No shepherds sporting bathrobes or angels cardboard wings. No hustle and bustle and running crazy to get the latest card sent off.

Instead, imagine a country occupied by a foreign power. Instead, imagine a local scandal involving a teenage girl who isn’t old enough to drive (a camel maybe, but not a car) and her respectable, righteous even, fiancĂ©e. Imagine, the shame. Imagine the surprise when she is not dismissed quietly, but aforementioned boyfriend stays the course, solid as the timber he plies for a trade. Imagine the panic as labor pains increase along with doors slammed shut, refusing welcome. Imagine the relief at entry, barn animals or not. Imagine the water breaking.

Imagine the mystery of all things, the creator of all that is, nurtured, nestled, in that young womb for nine months, submitting to the same story of every human come before. Imagine the emergence of beautiful new life: blood, fluid, and labored breaths; the young mother exercising a form of workmanship ancient and fresh, producing art which lives and loves. Imagine the impossibility made possible, of the creature caressing the creator to her breast. Imagine the cry of Life itself, Divinity itself, joining with baby’s breathe, hastening the redemption of all.

Imagine this tiny breath expanding from that straw stable to enveloping all that was and will be. A breath that we inhale by faith. A breath we inhale by virtue of having lungs and breathing air. A life we partake in by virtue of every cell in our body and every spiritual molecule in our soul. Imagine this and you will have come close to the Kingdom. Imagine this and you will tremble with the audacity of it all. You will slam your Christmas dinner table with fists of epiphany. You will have seen through the mirror dim, the true message of Christmas, given in a single name:

Emmanuel.

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