Homily Christmas Eve 2013 St. Albans
Luke 2.1-20
A
Time for Pondering
One of my favourite verses
in the Christmas story that we just heard from the gospel of Luke is the one
that says “Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart.”
Christmas is a time for
pondering. Of course you might never
realize that with all the rushing around that we do, the shopping, the meal
preparation, the traveling and the rest of it, but Christmas is a time for
pondering. Because at the centre of
Christmas is this strange proclamation we make that the God who created the heavens
and the earth became flesh and lived among us, and appeared to us not in the
form of a powerful king or a mighty warrior, but as a newborn baby, born in
humble circumstance, vulnerable and totally dependent as all babies are on
others to nourish and look after him. It’s
a surprising story that we tell, and so it’s only fitting that we do some
pondering.
Mary gets that right. Mary treasured all these words and pondered
them in her heart. And maybe it helped that she had just given birth to a
child. I think that childbirth puts us
in the mood for pondering. Mary was
exhausted of course, but there was no way she was going to sleep with all the
excitement and commotion swirling around her.
The birth of a child has a way of opening us up, opening us up to new
dimensions of life, opening us up to a heightened awareness of the world around
us, opening us up to a renewed sense of what really matters. For many of us, it’s the closest we’ll ever
get to a miracle. For many of us, the
love we have for that newborn child is the closest we’ll ever get to pure,
unconditional, sacrificial love. And so
Mary treasured all that was happening around her, and pondered these things in
her heart.
And surely one of the things
that she must have pondered was, “Where did all these shepherds come from?”
She wouldn’t have been
expecting shepherds. Shepherding was an
occupation that was filled by the bottom rung of the social ladder, by people
who were unable to find what was considered to be decent work. Shepherds in Mary’s society were stereotyped
as liars, degenerates and thieves. Religious leaders took a dim view of them
because their work prevented them from observing the religious laws and
practices, and so they were regarded as sinners. Their testimony was not admissible in courts and
many towns, perhaps even Bethlehem, had bylaws which barred shepherds from entering
within the city limits.
So Mary would have been
surprised when the shepherds showed up.
And she was amazed at what they had to say, the angels, the birth announcement,
the multitude of the heavenly host. And
as she pondered these things, perhaps she marveled at the fact that the first
people that God chose to send his messengers to were the ones that society
considered to be last. The outsiders,
the poor, the marginalized. And many
years later, when Jesus launched his ministry to the poor and marginalized, I’m
sure that Mary remembered the shepherds.
But when God sends angels to
the shepherds it is even more than simply reaching out to the
marginalized. The shepherds were
marginalized alright, but after years of living in the fields, years of being
shunned by decent and religious folks, years of disappointment, the shepherds
were also people who had given up on God.
Maybe even given up on life. Life
can be hard, life can be unfair.
Disappointments add up. At a
certain point we let go of the dreams we once had, we give up hope, give up on
God.
But even when we give up on
God, God does not give up on us. God
sends his angels to the shepherds, and they are terrified, after all, how would
you react to God sending angels to you if you’d given up on God? But the angel says,
“Do not be afraid, for see I
am bringing you good news of great joy for all people: to you is born this day in the city of David
a Saviour, who is Christ the Lord. This
shall be a sign for you: you shall find
the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger.”
And so they ran. It was all too good to be true, but they ran
anyways. They went with haste and they
found Mary and Joseph, and the child lying in a manger, just as the angels had
told them.
That night, the shepherds
were touched by the divine. They
experienced God’s presence, and though they were terrified at first, when they
saw the child their fear melted away, because who can be afraid of a God who
chooses to enter our world with all the fragility and vulnerability of a
newborn child.
And Mary treasured these
things and pondered them in her heart.
My hope is that you too will
be touched by the divine tonight. That
as we listen and ponder and pray and sing and gather round the table, we will
experience God’s presence in our midst, and we will know, as surely as the
shepherds did, that God is with us.
But that’s just the
beginning. Because there are many people
in our world who, like the shepherds, have given up on God. They’ve had too
much hardship, or too many losses, or endured too many insults. They’re in the fields, they’re in shelters,
they’re in hospitals; they’re in our
neighbourhoods, they are in our homes. And
so my further hope this evening is that those of us who have experienced God’s
presence here tonight, those of us who have encountered Emmanuel, God with us, we
will bring glad tidings of great joy to all who need to hear. Go to them, tell the story, offer a hug or a smile or a meal, provide a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on, proclaim the good news
that the God who made the heavens and the earth cares so much for us that he
was born as a child in Bethlehem.
Because tonight, we are God’s
angels. May we who have been touched by
God this evening go out and touch others with God’s grace and love, so that
they too will know that God is with us.
Amen.