
I bid you welcome here tonight. Whoever you are, wherever you come from, whatever your belief or unbelief or curiosity, Christian or Jewish or something else or nothing in particular, welcome to our house; we are glad that you are here.
The Gospel of St. Luke tells us that the shepherds went to see the baby in the manger, but it tells little of what they did there, apart from reporting what the angel said. How much more did they converse? Did they kneel there? Did they sit? Did they offer the family some rough shepherd’s food? How close to the baby did they get? Did they get a good look at his face, did they remark upon his features?
Because I am a pastor I visit newborn babies in the hospital, often on the first day after their birth, just this side of the doorway into life. I hold the baby up to God, and I pray for it and bless it. Bundled into the baby is a whole future life that only God can see. And someday, far off, at the other end of her life, she may be back in hospital, and a pastor may be there to bless her at the doorway out.
Two weeks ago I went to a hospital to see my mother’s oldest sister, who had a stroke. She is 93. We always liked my Auntie Jo. One summer I lived with her. So I put my collar on and got there early before visiting hours. She recognized me and we talked a bit. I read her some psalms and she dozed off. I sat there and watched her.
Suddenly on her aged face I saw the face of my grandpa, her father, from thirty-five years ago.
What was it -- her nose, her cheeks, her forehead? And then I saw my grandma’s face as well, from twenty years ago. I had loved those people, who were so long lost to me, and now I’d had a sudden and passing glimpse of them.
What was it -- her nose, her cheeks, her forehead? And then I saw my grandma’s face as well, from twenty years ago. I had loved those people, who were so long lost to me, and now I’d had a sudden and passing glimpse of them.
I now have entered the last third of my life. My life is more behind me than before me, and I notice of late how often I think and speak about my grandparents. I suspect I’m trying to keep connected with my own earlier self as it recedes from me. I don’t want to be adrift in the world. A part of my self is contained in my memory of their faces. But soon, I expect, I will lose my Auntie Jo as well.
But with a baby, it’s all about the future. There is no clinging to our histories. With a baby it’s not about myself. A baby is all about itself, all new and undeveloped. A baby is pure gift. Isn’t that the emotional reason for Christmas presents? Because the quintessential gift is a baby. You have to receive it, you have to accept it on its own terms, it’s not about you, and it calls you forward.
Do not take it for granted that in the Incarnation God should have come among us as a baby. In other ancient religions, the incarnate gods and goddesses are usually adult, and powerful and beautiful. Or they are old men, like Wotan or Jupiter. But the infancy of this God’s Incarnation implies a certain kind of peace.
This peace you do not achieve, you have only to receive it. You have to step forward to receive it. Usually when we people look for peace, whether that peace be personal or political, it means the security of our lives, and the satisfaction of our interests, and the protection of what we have. But because he’s a baby, and not an adult, the peace that he brings is not for holding onto our histories and our selves. Rather we open ourselves in vulnerability to receive this peace, whether individual or international, and in some humility we accept it as a gift.
For Christians, this baby offers peace with God in the mystical exchange of the Atonement. For all of us, this baby offers us peace with each other in the ethical example of his life, as recognized by Mohamed and Maimonides and Mahatma Gandhi. He is a gift for all of us tonight.
Dearly beloved, tonight we are the shepherds. We leave the hills and fields of our protecting, and we run to see this thing which is made known to us, and we crowd around the manger, rough and awkward as we are, and we open our hearts to receive this precious bundle. Accept this gift from God and open it, for peace on earth and good will to humankind.
Copyright © 2007by Daniel Meeter, All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © 2007by Daniel Meeter, All Rights Reserved.



