Sunday, December 30, 2012

On the 6th day of Christmas ...


Did you know that the 12 Days of Christmas start on Christmas, not before?  And did you know that The Twelfth Night isn't just a Shakespearean comedy, but the feast on the Eve of Epiphany?

It is still Christmas!

Even though the radio stations have stopped playing the music.  Even though the stores have replaced the green and red and gold with pink and red and heart-shaped things.  Even though half the gifts given on December 25th are broken or used up or exchanged.

Is is still Christmas!

We have chosen to celebrate our own birth on the anniversary of the day we entered into the world.  But with Jesus' birth, we set aside nearly 2 full weeks to celebrate and remember.  And we don't quibble about the date, either.  Regardless of if his actual birth happened in the spring, the church has chosen December 25th for our commemoration to begin!

And yes, there is a ton of discussion about the motives for choosing this date.
I'm not planning on getting into that debate here.

Each year, throughout the year, we mark the milestones of Jesus' life.  Surely we can all agree that he lived 33 years (approximately), not just one.  So even to condense the commemorations of his life into a single year is illogical.  Our celebrations are not about logic.  This is about pausing in our current lives to remember the life of the One.

Christmastide is when we look at the events surrounding His birth - since God choosing to enter this life and take on the skin of humanity is rather significant.  There is too much story - too much history - to squish into one day's celebration.  So we have 12 days of Christmastide.  Twelve days where we slowly retell the stories and reflect on the impact those events from 2000 years ago have on our lives today.  So therefore...

It is still Christmas!

In the days since Christmas, there have been days of celebration remembering Saint Stephen the martyr, John the Evangelist, and Thomas Becket.  Today we celebrate Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus as a family - first-time parents (and young ones, at that) with all the trials and joys that come with working out how to be three people together as one unit.

More notable for the majority of believers (and recognizable to all, not just believers) is the remembrance during this past week of the Massacre of the Innocents.  King Herod was so incensed to hear of a new King born in his kingdom that he ordered all young boys to be slaughtered - in order to protect his throne for himself and his sons.

There is nothing warm and fuzzy about that part of the Christmas story.  There really is no way to romanticize this part of the story into something sweet and angelic.  And yet - it is part of the story we are revisiting.  We can't skip this part.  We can't pretend that there weren't parents in mourning all throughout the land.  While we may want to imagine Mary and Joseph and Jesus tucked away somewhere warm and sweet and protected, their reality was much more harsh.  They were poor, unmarried, young, and temporarily living in a strange city.  They were first-time parents struggling to figure out feeding schedules and diapers and sleeping (or... not sleeping).  There were strange people stopping by to see the baby - from the lowliest of shepherds to the richest of Wise Ones (scholars for sure, and possibly even kings).  And they were under a direct threat from the current king - Herod.

The threat was so real, an angel was sent to warn Joseph to take his little family into hiding.  Run further away from family and friends and everything that they knew, and hide away in a land and country that they did not know.  And because of this little family, baby boys were murdered... simply because Herod felt threatened.  Yes, Herod was a nasty (and crazy) guy - but the pain he inflicted was real.  Mothers and fathers all throughout Bethlehem were in mourning, while Mary and Joseph were hiding their little one far away.

That's the icky part of the Christmas history.  The part we tend to gloss over while we remember the good stuff (or at least the "better than that" stuff).  But...

Is it still Christmas!

Christ was born.  Christ lived.  Christ suffered.  Christ was here - so that Easter could happen.  So that hope could come into our lives.  So that redemption could be offered.  So that life could win over death.

Remember those who came before us in faith.  Remember the pain of lives lost - both then and now.  And look forward to the Easter part of the story - the redemption, the salvation, the life.


Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Christmas Memories

Growing up, we had our Christmas morning ritual.  It's funny how the little things about these traditions seem to stick with me...


The three of us kids would wake up and we had strict orders that we were not to wake the 'rents.  AND we could not leave the second floor of our home.  In fact, we had to have at least one body part touching the top step at all times... which, of course, led to many attempts to stretch down the stairs without killing ourselves.

Once mom and dad woke up - way earlier than they had hoped - Dad had to go downstairs first.  Alone.  To make sure we didn't interrupt Santa, of course.  Because, really, who knows if we were the last house on the list or something... he might not be back to the North Pole yet!

So dad went down first.  And as I got older, I learned that dad would start the pot of coffee for mom (in the days before coffee pots had automatic start features).  And turn on the lights on the tree.  And turn on Christmas music.  And in general take as long as humanly possible - or at least it seemed like it to us!

THEN - and only then - were we invited to go downstairs.  We could look at the tree, but not touch anything under it yet.  First, we did the stockings.  But we couldn't touch those either.  We had to sit patiently while mom got her coffee and dad teased us a little bit more.

Once we were given the go-ahead, we tore into the stockings.  At the top was often a puzzle book or stickers or a pen.  Further in there would be chocolates and other goodies.  One year Santa had found a gourmet chocolate shop near our house in Pennsylvania.  All three of us got something chocolate: mine was chocolate-covered potato chips (OMGoodness.... soooooo good), Josh (the youngest) got a giant cupcake-sized peanut butter cup, and Matt - poor Matt - got what should have been a clever gift for him.  Honestly, it was 2 things he loved - but it tasted about as you would expect.  Matt got a chocolate-covered pickle.  Yeah.  I think he got something else from the store later that week as a make-up gift. ;)

Anyway - tic-tacs, packets of hot chocolate, Hershey's kisses.  Lots of treats in the stocking.  And always in the toe - an orange.  To this day, I expect to see an orange in my stocking and get confused if it's not there.  Funny thing is - I don't really like oranges.  I always gave them to my brother or my dad.  But I wanted one in my stocking, just the same.

After the stockings were somewhat cleaned up, we had to have breakfast.  Again, I think my dad enjoyed making it last forever and seeing us dance around trying to hurry up and get to the tree!  Breakfast was always - and still is, for me - popovers.  It is not Christmas morning unless we had popovers.  And as kids, we had hot chocolate.  Now that we're grown with children of our own - coffee.  Lots and lots of coffee.  And if we're at mom and dad's house - mimosas made with fresh-squeezed Florida OJ and bubbly that Matt would bring over.

Now we can move into the living room, take up our 'spots', and begin to uncover the riches and blessings under the tree.  No matter how much or how little we had in the way of material blessings - we had so much love.  I honestly never really knew how much of a struggle the early years were - I remember the love and family and friends and fun.

I have random memories of some gifts through the years.  A giant panda bear from my aunt.  Roller skates.  My first bike.  The mysterious box of handmade barbie clothes - to this day I have no idea who they were from.  The year we moved to a new house just days before Christmas and our church family made sure we had a tree setup - even if nothing else was ready.  The year we got TVs with VCRs in them - and the scavenger hunt mom and dad had us play (in our rooms) while they arranged them in the living room.  Tickets to my first Broadway show ever - Phantom.  My junior year in high school when all our gifts were Disney themed, but we still didn't realize what the "big gift" was -  tickets to Disney World.  The year many of our Aunts and Uncles and grandparents came to Pennsylvania to have Christmas in our house - we were all squished in, but it was amazing.  The VonHoward family singers and our impromptu Christmas Carol Sing around the piano in the living room.

I remember special gifts I've given, too.  Mom's first snow globe - given when I was an adult.  The joy on her face - priceless.  The train set I gave to my dad for under the tree.  He had a beautiful real model train in the basement that we had been working on for years - but never a train under the tree.  So one year I got a silly little plastic Disney train.  And after mom and dad went to bed, I got up and played Santa to surprise dad: I set the train up around the gifts so it was ready to run as soon as we got downstairs.  What fun it was to give my daddy a little moment to be the kid.


Even though I can't be with my parents and brothers and sis-in-law and nephews in Florida this year, I'm remembering our past Christmases.  And imagining their day today - with two little boys who are 2.5 and 5.

And I'm enjoying new traditions with my new family here in Phoenix.  Lunch and dinner with my husband, his daughters, his mom and her fiance, his sister, his Aunt, and anyone else who is in town.  I am loved and blessed.

And none of the stuff matters - though it is appreciated.  What I treasure the most, year after year, is the time together.  The memories that we are making.  The love that we share.

Happy Christmas to all my friends and family.
I love you; I thank God for you; and I pray God will bless you in the New Year.


Monday, December 24, 2012

Is it time yet?!

It's Christmas Eve!!!

How excited are you?!?!

Oh. My. GOSH!  It's almost time.


No no no no no!  Not that!!



THIS!!




But you know... we really could learn a little something about waiting from the kids waiting for Santa.  Look at how incredibly excited they are!  Can't sleep.  Can't sit still.  Can't stop asking questions... and peeking in closets... and staring at the sky looking for Rudolph's nose.


And isn't the One we are waiting for even more exciting?  Isn't the hope, peace, joy, and love that we have been expecting worth some of our energy?

Tonight, as we think about the birth of the One sent to save us from ourselves, be like a child!  Ask questions - of each other, and of God.  Look for answers - in Scripture and history and stories.  Watch carefully - because God promised that there is more to come!

We know this story so well - we listen to it and retell it every year.  Sometimes repetition can desensitize us.

So read the Christmas story again - but stop to think about it differently.  What did the sand and dust from the long walk to Jerusalem taste like?  What did Mary and Joseph hear while searching through Jerusalem for somewhere to stay?  What smells greeted them in the cave filled with animals?  What was it like to see lowly shepherds and wise leaders from distant lands kneel down together in front of the baby?  And what was it like to touch the face of God?



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Sunday, December 23, 2012

Love like we never imagined!



Christ comes bringing ... love!

Love. Love. Love.
I will always love you.
Love me tender.
I just called to say I love you.




Wait... what?  That's not what we're talking about today?
Oh bummer - I have a list a mile long!






I grew up in the suburbs of The City of Brotherly Love - and we all half-jokingly called it The City of Brotherly SHOVE.  Philly isn't always known as a warm and friendly place.  Heck - our sports fans are famous for booing Santa!

Ok, so we're not talking about The Beatles, or Elvis, or any other mushy love song.  And we're not talking about our "common" understanding (misunderstanding?) of the word love...

So what are we talking about?  How is the love that God sent on Christmas different from what we are expecting?

Well - just like hopepeace, and joy don't mean what we think they mean - so, too, does love look different when we consider it in the candlelight of Advent.

We're not talking about chocolate and roses on Valentine's Day.  We're not talking about long walks on the beach with that special someone.  It's not about our hearts at all, really.


This love is different.

Advent love - Christmas love - is about rescuing us, healing us, sacrificing for us.  Our ability to love comes from the very fact that God loved us first.  Because God loves us and wants to save us from ourselves and the mess we make of life here on earth, God rescued us.  We couldn't manage to live up to the Law - and so God provided the next part of the plan.

God - perfect, holy, sinless God - took on our skin (and with it all our mess) in order to show us what true love looks like.  And to provide us with The Way out of our mess.

Now it's starting to sound like a Lenten/Easter post instead of Advent.  But.... you kind of can't have one without the other!  These seasons are totally linked - and it is important to think of both in conjunction.  Christmas - the moment God took on flesh and became a man on earth - was just part of the plan.  If you stop the story at Christmas, you get stuck.  It doesn't make sense.

The completeness of the plan - the fulfillment of the promise - the love part of the story is that there is more.  That Christ was born and took on our human form - so that He could overcome it.  So that He could triumph over our messes with his death and resurrection.  Christmas and Easter are different chapters in the same love story!

God's love for us is so complete that God found it imperative that Christ be born... live life here on earth (just like we do)... and then suffer and die to carry the burden of our sins into the grave.  And then, the best part of all, he conquered that death.  He paid the price and then rose from the dead - conquering death once and for all!

From our forgiveness and holiness - a gift from God - we can be different people.  We can - and should - be the candle in the darkness.  The light.  The word.  The hope and peace and joy for those around us.  Because we have experienced real love.  Not love like we understand here on earth - but love from God.  Complete, over-whelming, unearned, sacrificial love.  And it makes us different.





What child is this
Who lay to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping

So bring him incense, gold and myrrh
Come peasant king to own him
The King of Kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone him

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary

O raise, raise a song on high
His mother sings a lullaby
Joy, oh joy for Christ is born
The Babe, the son of Mary

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary

What child is this who lay to rest
On Mary's lap, on Mary's lap he is sleeping

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary
The Babe, the Son of Mary
The Son of Mary


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Friday, December 21, 2012

In the bleak midwinter - where is the light?


The Longest Night

Tonight is the literal longest night of the year.  It's part of the rotation of the Earth on it's axis and all that science-y stuff.  The important part for today's post is that we have the least number of daylight hours - and the most darkness.


And so, it is fitting that we consider the darkness today.


Did you know that not everyone you meet is happy that it's the holiday season?  The cheery carols and incessant music on the radio from Thanksgiving until New Year isn't welcome in every home.  The twinkling lights don't always bring a smile to someone's face.

For some, this time of year is a bitter reminder of their loneliness or loss or illness.  Maybe your neighbor didn't put the lights up this year because her husband - who usually did the job - is in the hospital, dying.  Maybe the grumpy teenager who seems disrespectful of your traditions is really struggling with abuse and can't abide with our jolly images of a Father Christmas who is nothing like the father he knows.  The simple invitation given to a single co-worker asking them to join your family for dinner can be a reminder of how alone they are and how far away family is.

For countless reasons, there are people who struggle and claw and fight their way through the "holiday season" just waiting for it to all end.  Waiting for the lights and songs and shiny gifts to go away and leave them alone again.

For most of Advent, we are looking forward.  We eagerly anticipate the birth - and Second Coming - of our Savior.  We use words like hope and peace and joy but we forget that those feelings exist because of the existence of the opposite: pessimism or despair or depression.  For many, it is hard (and sometimes near to impossible) to see the good - because the crappy stuff is just way too overwhelming.

Rather than ignore the pain and struggles, let us acknowledge it.  Let us stand honestly with each other - and in the presence of God - and admit:  We're hurting.  We are lonely.  We are mad, God!  Why?!  Why is this how I feel?  And why do I feel like I am the only one to feel it?




I feel as alone and used up as this candle.
There is nothing left - no light, no structure, no warmth.
I have nothing left to give and I am hurting.



So God provides reminders - of God's own pain, as well as promises for the future:


From our loneliness and despair...



we find that we are not standing alone...



but instead we have others...



and together, our small flames can become light and warmth to those around us.

We are not alone.
And we do not have to do it all alone.

There is hope... even in the dark, bleak midwinter night.





Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Can we really talk about Joy?



Christ comes bringing ... joy?

I'll admit.  This one is going to be hard to write.  How - in the face of the school shootings in Newtown, CT - can I possibly write about Joy?  What would I possibly have to say - and more importantly what could Scripture possibly have to say - about Joy that could seem relevant and important right now?


To be honest - my first answer is "Nothing could be relevant.  I can't write about Joy now".

But the truth that Christ brings us joy remains true.  Even in what feels like the darkest moments of life.  Even when we can't see happiness anywhere - and cannot fathom ever feeling happy again - there is still joy.  Yes, we hurt, we mourn, we feel lost and empty.  And yet - Christ still did come, and promised to come again.  There really is a sense of joy that can be found, as long as we understand that joy doesn't have to look like happy.  It's different.

Joy, like hope and peace, is bigger than what we usually mean.  Hope isn't just wishing - it is actively looking forward with confident expectancy.  Peace isn't just the absence of war - it is the growing and healing and living.  Both words from the previous 2 weeks point to movement forward.  To not stagnating.  To not stopping where we are.

So does Joy.  We're not talking about being giddy that Santa brought us the doll house we always wanted.  Or the bike we've been dreaming of.  We're talking about something much more deep-rooted.  Deeper in our souls - and lasting way longer than the sugar-high from the chocolate in our stocking.

The joy that we remember - and celebrate - this day, is the joy that comes from knowing Christ. Knowing that we are reconciled to God - that we are not cast out anymore.  We are truly forgiven for the mess we make of our own lives - and with that forgiveness comes hope... and peace... and true joy.

This joy is not a blind giddiness that ignores the pain of life.  But rather, a sense that - even in the midst of the most painful moments of our lives - we are not alone and we can have hope.  God didn't promise that everything would be hunky-dory if we believed.  He promised everlasting life.  And part of that life is this life, here on earth.  Where there IS war.  Where there IS pain. Where there is doubt, and loneliness, and depression, and illness, and death.

But Christ is the Emmanuel - God with us.  Every step  of the way, we have One who walks with us.  Who hears our pain.  Who knows our pain and mourns with us.

Let us pray together that the coming of our Emmanuel - our God with us - will truly send away the gloom and clouds and shadows.  And give us hope and peace - and true Joy.  One day at a time.





O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death's dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.




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Sunday, December 9, 2012

Prince of Peace triumphs over Despair and Hatred


Christ comes bringing ... peace!

While searching for, and listening to, various songs to find one for "Peace", I kept coming across I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.  Honestly, I don't know that I had ever stopped to actually consider the lyrics (or the back-story).  Go ahead - click that link.  I'll hang out here.  I'll be ready for you when you  come back.


Did you read it?  Really?  Seriously, go click the link - it's ok.  This blog will still be here in a couple of minutes.

So now that we're all on the same page: what a poignant story and picture of peace in our world.  War - both for Longfellow and for us today - is an all-too-painful reality.  We have friends, family members, neighbors, acquaintances who are there, or are back, or are preparing, or...

So how, in light of all this hurt and anger and destruction, do we honestly spend any time at all considering peace?  And what do we mean by peace?  I know most of us think of something like "absence of war and strife" but what does it really mean?  And what does scripture have to say about peace - and about the Prince of Peace?  For that matter, why do we call Christ the Prince of Peace anyway?

A more full-fleshed idea of peace includes not just the absence of war, but the presence of health, fullness, completeness.  Not just the moment the treaty is signed and both sides agree to stop fighting - but the moments and hours and days and years and lifetimes of living and growing and healing.  And Christ - the Messiah - comes to be the Prince of that completeness.

Christ himself says that he has not come to bring peace - not in the way we traditionally think of it.  Rather:
  • He is the source of our life, growth, health - our completeness.  He restores our relationship with God - creating peace for us personally.
  • He brings peace in our relationships with each other - as we strive to show Christ to the world we cannot help but be a light of life for others - bringing peace to them, and between us.
  • And a greater Peace is promised.  A day when the wolf and the lamb will lie down together.  The angels proclaimed that peace - that completeness, that restoration - on the first Christmas.
It would be so easy to sing the penultimate verse of Longfellow's poem - and skip out on the last.  How often do we find ourselves overwhelmed with the hatred and mockery on this earth - and giving in to the despair that there will never be peace?  Instead, we need to make sure we finish the thought!  Sing that last verse!  Peace is not gone.  Peace is here - it is ours.  Let the bells of the season ring out loud and strong over the despair, reminding you:
"God is not dead, nor does He sleep.
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
with peace on earth, good will to men"




**Full Lyrics for this Casting Crowns version**



I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play
And mild and sweet their songs repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men

And in despair I bowed my head
There is no peace on earth I said
For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men

Then rang the bells more loud and deep
God is not dead, nor does He sleep
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men




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