You have heard the first eight lessons read – one remains:
the wonderful passage from John’s gospel. We could go through the lessons. Sketching
the whole story of Creation, Fall, and Redemption; but this morning I give only
two brief thoughts.
One, Christmas and these readings upend the world’s obsession
with power and wealth and tells us the story of God – the Ultimate Reality – is
on the side of the powerless. An old carol says it:
All
poor men and humble,/ All lame men who stumble,/ Come haste ye, nor feel ye
afraid.
For Jesus our treasure,/ With love past all measure,/ In lowly poor manger was
laid.
Though
wise men who found him/ Laid rich gifts around him,/ Yet oxen they gave him
their hay;
And Jesus in beauty/ Accepted their duty;/ Contented in manger he lay.
Then
haste we to show him/ The praises we owe him;/ Our service he ne'er can
despise:
Whose love still is able/ To show us that stable/ Where softly in manger he
lies.
I heard last week that my old office mate from when I began
teaching has just been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. He is a man of deep wisdom
and compassion who has helped so many in their times of darkness. This year, he
is stumbling towards the manger, and there he finds God’s love and light.
Two, John 1 tells us of the Word made flesh. In Greek: the Logos
– the principle of reality – became a human. In Chinese: the Dao – the way
that undergirds the world – became a child, a baby boy. John tells us that in
the Word, the Logos, the Dao made flesh, we see God’s glory revealed.
The early church father Athanasius said it this way: “For
the Son of God became man so that we might become God.” This idea of divination
pushes the boundaries of my understanding. A startling statement! It makes it
clear that God has destined us for a glory we cannot imagine, and that the
birth of Jesus is the essential key to this indescribable process.
My father died five and a half years ago. The day before he
died, my sister was reading to him from this passage in John 1. When she
reached the words, “the Word became flesh and dwelled among us”, Dad exclaimed,
“Isn’t that wonderful! Isn’t that amazing!” He was looking into eternity at
something beyond our comprehension. The miracle of Christmas.
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