Revisiting Christmas
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Mary, just a young girl, must have been afraid.
Miles from home
Away from mom and dad
Birthing a child
In front a man she had not been intimate with yet
Joseph, himself a young man,
In all likelihood his first time to help birth a child
Wondering how to take care of this woman and this child
The responsibility of raising the child of God
What was it like to hold this baby?
Scary, overwhelming, confusing
The emotions of being chosen as a part of this purpose of God-
Not all pleasant emotions
Beginning life together in a backwards sort of way
Childbirth first
Relationships later
Angels pronouncing “Peace on Earth”
But where was that peace?
It was not to be found yet
There was not complete peace in that stable
If we are real about what was happening…
Two young people probably more terrified than peaceful
Wondering if God was going to use them to birth His child
Couldn’t He have given them a room in the inn?
Being introduced to God
In skin
After 400 years of prophetic silence
Perhaps He had seemed a distant God before
Now His plan came – in a stable
A second phase of confusion for Joseph and Mary
After dreams, angelic visitations,
Trying to explain the plans of God
To others who were not privy to the experiences
The wonderful plan of God’s peace
Eventually ended on a cross
With Mary’s heart again experiencing the greatest confusion…
Had she carried this plan of God for these many years to watch it die?
Had God abandoned her?
The ways of God are unexplainable
And we make that sound so beautiful
And almost magical
Yet the plans of God are more often
Confusing, perplexing,
Not our ways
Not our thoughts
Plans more complex than we can understand
Peace on earth will eventually be a reality
But for now it can only be peace in our hearts
And like Mary and Joseph
Sometimes the peace is crowded out by
Fear, confusion, and ambivalence
As we wrestle to understand this God we serve
And now celebrating “Peace on Earth”
By rushing, pushing, stressing about money and gifts and schedules,
Feeling of failure in our ability to find the right gift that expresses love
And finally just needing to find some gift that will allow us to check a person off our list of responsibilities
Yet as at the first Christmas,
Perhaps we would better find God
in a stable of sorts
the stable of our hearts
As He births His plans in us in the most unexpected places
in the most unexpected ways
ways that we would not choose
discomforting, confusing ways
Ways to bring us peace
In our inner places
Ways that take us to our cross
Our place of death
While He waits as we die
Knowing that He is able to resurrect us and His plans for us
And knowing the scars we will carry
Will remind us
That the power of God
And the plans of God
Eventually do bring peace
But knowing that we are never able in our humanness to choose with joy
His plans for us to birth a dream and kill the dream
And resurrect the dream
Because it cost us too much
To revisit Christmas
Maybe we should
Look for the scared people
Who need to find God with skin on-
Our skin.
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Wow! “…Birth a dream and kill the dream and resurrect the dream…”. It’s the TRUTH! Yes, it is expensive to be both “Jesus with skin on” and to be vulnerable enough to dare admit I have needs. There is a “Story People” print called “One of Us”. I love it! The last lines say, “in the end, I will be proud to say, I was one of us.”. These “Mikki’s Memos” moments are precious to me. I am deeply touched by your writings. Love you gobs.
WOW!! Thats a Great perspective of the TRUE meaning of Christmas, thanks for sharing!!