Thought for the Week

 

Sunday 16 December 2007 – 3rd  Sunday in Advent

 

Collect:

O Lord Jesus Christ,

        at your first coming You sent your messenger

        to prepare your way before You:

        grant that the ministers and stewards of your mysteries

        may likewise so prepare and make ready your way

        by turning the hearts of the disobedient to the wisdom of the just,

that at your second coming to judge the world

we may be found an acceptable people in your sight;

for You are alive and reign with the Father

in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever.  Amen.

 

Readings

Isaiah 35

 

Psalm 146, 4 – 10 (or Magnificat)

 

(James 5, 7 – 10)

 

Matthew 11, 2 - 11

 

Christmas, they say, is all about the children.  Or some people put it slightly differently – Christmas is all about family.  Of course that is true. It is about the Holy Family, Mary and Joseph and the birth of their first child, the infant Jesus.  And that makes it a particularly difficult time for those with no families.

 

I was in the local post office in Merville today, and there was a long queue.  As I waited, I glanced idly at a large stand of Christmas cards.  There were trees, and children with sledges, tinsel and decorations, parcels and even reindeer, but there was nothing at all about Jesus, nor Mary and Joseph.  Nothing at all about the birth of the Son of God, nothing about the most amazing event in history. 

 

Of course, it is partly the church’s own fault.  If the eighteenth Century French Roman Catholic Church had not been so closely identified with the Ancienne Régime, perhaps it would not be so thoroughly excluded from public life in France today.  There’s a lesson there for the Church in our own times – don’t get too cosy with any political regime, however stable it may seem to be.

 

The official Christmas in France is like one of those Sapins de Noël with the lower section of the trunk and the root system cut off.  The bare, cut end of the trunk is thrust into a hole drilled in a half-log, to try and stop the thing falling over.  You can smell the resin, and see the branches, and sweep up the needles, but that which provides the origin, the meaning and the nourishment has been cut away.  Worse, the cutting away of it is concealed, as though pretending that all trees grow with no roots.  A strange denial of the nature of trees, and of Christmas.

 

The official Christmas in Britain is not much better.  You can find cards for sale which have to do with the Nativity, but you have to look hard.  Robins, and Victorian shop windows, and laughing Santas are far easier to find.  Most of the people are much more interested in drinking too much and/or eating too much to pay more than a very little attention to the Holy Family and the God incarnate, on which such a massive construct of customs has been based – the turkey and pudding and mince pies, the trees and candles and decorations, and crackers and presents and dreaming of a white Christmas.  It is all harmless, but it is also a very long way from God coming down from heaven to be born in a stable in Bethlehem.

 

It is one of the enduring paradoxes of human existence that the sources of pain and pleasure are so often the same thing.  God’s coming into the world is of course the greatest joy for all of us, but it is also about judgement, and which of us can face the judgement of God with no qualms?  God loves me, and formed me in his own image, He feeds me and gives me life and breath, but He is also my Judge, who sees all my sins.

 

Family is another case in point.  We learn about love through our families, and they are a source of comfort, strength and help, and even of life itself, because all of us have to begin with a mother.  Mummy and Daddy love me and feed me, but it is Mummy and Daddy who have to say “No!”, and who tell me off.  Nearly all our standards and values come from our families – over eighty percent of us even vote in the same way as our parents did.

 

Last week, we looked in some depth at the appalling, murderous, incestuous Herod family, which spawned some of the worst tyrants in history.  In many ways the Herods just represented all that was worst about Judea, the society over which they ruled.  Nobody ever lives in a vacuum, and some would say that any country usually gets the regime it deserves.  The Herodians were not drawn from the people of Judea - they were foreigners, outsiders, and many thought they were usurpers.  Perhaps Judea at that time deserved to be ruled by the Herod clan, but I am not so sure.

 

And one of the reasons that I am not so sure is the Zechariah family. 

 

Zechariah and his wife Elizabeth were of the tribe of Levi, descended from Aaron.  They were the exact opposite of the Herod family.  Zechariah and Elizabeth represented all that was best in Judea, the society which they served.  Their lives centred round God, and worshipping Him in the Temple.  Zechariah, Luke tells us, was of the division of Abijah.  There were 24 divisions of Levites, and each division would do two weeks’ duty a year in the Temple. 

 

Every day, at about tea-time, one of the priests on duty would offer incense on the great bowl of glowing charcoal which was immediately outside the Holy of Holies, the most sacred part of the Holy Temple of God.  From the very beginnings of human history, God had been understood in terms of fire and smoke, and the fragrant smoke of the incense rising up from the brazier symbolised not only the enduring presence of God with his people, but also the prayers of the Children of Israel rising up to heaven.  The offering of the Incense lay literally at the heart of the faith of the Jews.  Offering the incense was just about the holiest thing a priest could do, and to a good and holy priest like Zechariah, it must have been the highest point of his life and his priestly duty.

 

There were over 4,000 men in the Abijah division, and just 14 of them, chosen by lot, would be given the chance to offer the incense each year.  In other words, offering the incense was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and many would never actually be given the opportunity at all.

 

Zechariah and Elizabeth had completely centred their life on God.  They were good people, people of prayer, and of faith.  But they had one great sadness – they were childless.  God sent the Archangel Gabriel to Zechariah as he was offering the incense, to tell him at the holiest moment in his life, in the holiest place on earth, that their great sadness was to be ended with the miraculous birth of the baby we know as John the Baptist.  A baby not just for Zechariah and Elizabeth, not just for the Children of Israel groaning under oppression, but a baby for the whole world, the herald and messenger of the Messiah.

 

We are told that John grew and became strong in Spirit.  But like the children of the terrible Herod Dynasty, John did not grow up in a vacuum.  He had the example of his parents’ selfless devotion to God, and their service of the Children of Israel.  He had their love, and he was brought up by them in the faith of God.   He understood that God was, and is, a God of love and of justice, and that He actually minds very much how we behave, and what we believe, and above all that He sees right through all pretence, and all disguising of our true nature.

 

The children born to the Herod family on the other hand, did not have their beginnings in the Temple, but in the Palace, the seat of the Herods’ power and corruption.  They were brought up with examples of selfishness, of power-grabbing, of using murder as a political tool, and of incest to further family ambition.  They would have understood about going through the motions, about paying lip-service to religion, about spin and appearances, and about eating and drinking too much, and about decorations and special celebratory food.  But for them the roots of their religion were completely cut off, and if they thought about God at all, He seemed very distant, irrelevant and powerless.

 

So, what kind of family celebration are we all to have this Christmas?  Will it be the sanitised version, with any dangerous reference to God getting his hands dirty removed?  Will it be like the tree with no roots? 

 

Or are we going to follow the example of Zechariah and Elizabeth, and bring up our children deeply rooted in the faith of God, working to bring about his Kingdom on earth?

May God bless you in your celebrating, and in your family, that you may be truly rooted in the joy of the incarnation.    Amen.

Fr. Charles Howard: Anglican Chaplaincy of Midi-Pyrénées & Aude

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