On the Fifth Day of Christmas

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....

a delightful video from St Paul's Church in New Zealand.

If the video doesn't work, you can watch The Christmas Story here.

On the Fourth Day of Christmas...

Happy Fourth Day of Christmas.

There's some truly amazing performance art out there and Joe Castillo is one of those artists.  His telling/drawing of the Christmas story is very beautiful and quite engrossing.  I find myself hanging on each move, wondering what he's drawing next.

Enjoy A Christmas Story in Sand

On the Thrid Day of Christmas

Merry Day Three of Christmas!

Today's gift comes from my new favorite story tellers at St Paul's Church in Auckland. New Zealand.
They tackle the question of why Christmas?  Why did God send God's Son into the world.

We find the answer to that in John 3:16.
 For God so loved the world
      - all the world, the whole cosmos, every little bit of the creation that God called good
that God send God's Son
      - God came to live with us, as one of us, Word made flesh, God with us, in the form of a baby!

Yes, God's love was why for Christmas - even though humans didn't really do much of anything to deserve such love.  Listen to the story:

It is indeed Good News of Great Joy!

On the Second Day of Christmas......

Merry 2nd Day of Christmas! 

And Happy Boxing Day to our neighbors to the North and across the Pond! (and anyone else who celebrates Boxing Day!)

I love a clever song lyric and witty play on words (which explains my love of country songs).  And as much as I love a clever lyric, even better is a parody of that clever lyric.

I first saw today's video last year and fell in love.  I wished I could have shown it at both my congregations on Christmas Eve.  Alas, our lack of projection equipment at the time made it impossible.

The angels song today might sound like this:  Bethlehemian Rhapsody. 

 

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me - puppets and a Queen parody.  Nothing says Merry Christmas in quite the same way!

On the First Day of Christmas..

One the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....

For most people, today is the last day of the Christmas Season.  The radio stations that started playing Christmas music before Thanksgiving (and those that started at Thanksgiving) switch back to their regularly scheduled programing.  Stores rush to mark down Christmas merchandise and make room for the Valentine's Day displays.   In living rooms, people settle down with an exhausted sigh, celebrating that the mad rush to get everything done in time for Christmas is over, and the family gatherings have been gathered and dispersed.

Maybe some diehards among us hold off until after New Year's day.  After all, it's still part of the holiday season.  And possibly, there are still some family gatherings to attend - after all you can only do so much on Christmas Day, and Mom and Dad still expect you to visit even though you had to visit the other side of the family on The Day. 

But really, Christmas Day is just the beginning.  Did you ever wonder where the whole 12 days of Christmas thing came from?  Is it more than just a quaint song?

The 12 days of Christmas mark the tradition Christmas season according to the church calendar.  It starts on Christmas day and goes until Epiphany - the day celebrating the visit of the Magi to the infant Christ.  (For the purists - Christmas Day is the first day and Epiphany, being the 13th day after and the start of a new church season, is not included in the count).

So in honor of the season, I offer gifts for the 12 days of Christmas.

Ok, I'm not your true love - so no partridges or lords a-leaping. 

I offer for your Christmas enjoyment the 12 Videos of Christmas.

Today's video is bySt Paul's Church, Auckland,  New Zealand.  They may just be my new favorites at telling the Christmas story.  And who can resist the kid's accents!

Enjoy An Unexpected Christmas (link provided in case you can't get the video to work.)  I love the angels - warrior angels, baby angels, little girl angels and the image of heaven is so much fun.  And I love the idea that the angels are stunned at God's idea.

I love that God want's to be closer to God's children.

What is it about Christmas?: A Christmas Eve meditation

Listen to the story once again (Luke 2:8-20): 

 

In that region there were shepherds living in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night.

 

Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified.   

 

But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid; for see-- I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is the Messiah, the Lord.  This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger."  

 

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying, "Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace among those whom he favors!" 

 

When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let us go now to Bethlehem and see this thing that has taken place, which the Lord has made known to us." 

 

So they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the child lying in the manger.  When they saw this, they made known what had been told them about this child; and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds told them. 

 

But Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart.

 

The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.

 

Mary pondered these things in her heart.  

 

I’ve been pondering Christmas things in my heart.

What is it about Christmas?

-Is it just lights and decorated trees, and Christmas cards and carols?

-Is it just parties and treats at the office and Secret Santa exchange?

-Is it just packed malls, and crossing off items on a overflowing to do list, and finding just that perfect gift?

-Is it just children creeping down the stairs on Christmas morning, and wrapping paper strewn rooms?

-Is it just the smells of turkey or ham, or my mother’s traditional Christmas lasagna, and family gathered around the table?

 

All these are good things.  

 

All these are joyous things.  

 

But are they enough to explain Christmas?

 

-Is it the joy of the children’s Christmas program, where anything can happen –
                             angels’ wings drop off,
                             a lamb runs down the aisle for the safety of her mother’s arms,
                             a tiny shepherd uses his staff to hook the angels
                                                 and fish the baby Jesus  doll out of the manger,
anything can happen
                                but the angels’ song never sounded sweeter.

 -It is the full church on Christmas Eve,

                      greeting friends and family you only see at Christmas time,
                      the melody of familiar carols,
                      and the sacred silence of a candlelit church?

 

 What is it about Christmas?

Why does the world seem to get a bit kinder at this time?

Why do people smile at strangers and wish them “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays”?

Why are there more acts of kindness, stories of people surprising their poorer neighbors with turkeys for the table and gifts for the children and the wonder of a paid in full electric bill?

Why does joy seem more joyful and tragedy seem more tragic?


It’s as if at this time of year we sense that there’s something better than the way things are.

There’s a promise wafting on the wind.

There’s something here, something grand.

Something we long for deep in our souls.

And we catch a glimpse of that something at Christmas.


And it makes us want to celebrate.

It makes us want to rejoice. 

It makes us want to hope.

 

This week, I read a poem by Ann Weems, called Lord, You were born:

Each year about this time I try to be sophisticated
And pretend I understand the bored expressions
                  Relating to the “Christmas Spirit.”
I nod when they say “Put the Christ back in Christmas.”
I say yes, yes, yes when they shout “Commercial” and
                  “Hectic, hectic, hectic.”
After all, I’m getting older.
And I’ve heard it said, “Christmas is for children.”
But somehow a fa-la-la keeps creeping out…
So I’ll say it:
I love Christmas tinsel
And angel voices that come from the bed upstairs.
And I say three cheers for Santa Claus
And the Salvation Army bucket
And all the wrappings and festivities and special warm feelings.
I say it is good
                        Giving,
                        Praising,
                        Celebrating.
So hooray for Christmas trees
And candlelight
And the good old church pageant.
Hooray for shepherd boys who forget their lines
And wise men whose beards fall off
And a Mary who giggles.
O Lord, you were born!
 
O Lord, you were born!
And that breaks in upon my ordered life like bugles blaring.
And I sing, “Hark, the Herald Angels” in the most unlikely places.
You were born
And I will celebrate!
 
I rejoice for the carnival of Christmas!
I clap for the pajama-clad cherubs
And the Christmas cards jammed in the mail slot.
I o-o-o-oh for the turkey
And ah-h-h-h for the Christmas pudding
And thank God for the alleluias I see in the faces of people
I don’t know
                  And yet know very well.

O Lord, there aren’t enough choir boys to sing what I feel. There aren’t enough trumpets to blow.

O Lord, I want bells to peal!
I want to dance in the streets of Bethlehem!
I want to sing with the heavenly hosts!
For unto us a Son was given
And he was called God with us.
For those of us who believe
The whole world is decorated in love.

 

At Christmas, the world catches a glimpse of God’s love.

A glimpse of the way God created the world to be.

A glimpse of something grand.

Something we long for deep in our souls.

Hope was met that night in Bethlehem.
Peace was birthed in a manger.
Joy burst forth over all the earth.
And love became incarnate and walked among us.

And so we celebrate!

We rejoice with the angels!

We run through the streets praising and shouting with the shepherds!

How can you not want to shout it from the mountain tops?

God is with us!

 

And the whole world is amazed at the news! 

 

(sing “Go tell it on the mountains”)

Fourth Sunday in Advent: Do you know?

Readings for this Sunday: Micha 5:2-5a; Psalm 80:1-7; Hebrews 10:5-10, Luke 1:39-55

One of my favorite Christmas carols is “Mary did you Know.”  Actually, I have lots of favorite Christmas carols and each of them is special in some way.  But this carol, it speaks to me:

Mary did you know that your Baby Boy would someday walk on water

Mary did you know that you Baby boy would save our sons and daughters….

Mary did you know that your baby boy has walked where angels trod

And when you kiss your little baby, you’ve kissed the face of God.

Oh Mary did you know?[i]

 

Oh Mary did you Know?

 

We will hear on Christmas Eve the story of how the angel Gabriel came to Mary and announced that God had looked on her with favor and chosen her to be the mother of God with us – Jesus. 

 

How Mary was puzzled that she should be the one to have this child

–        as much because she was an ordinary, poor woman

–        as because she was not married.

To which the angel replied,

–        the Holy Spirit will come to you,

–        the power of God will cover you in God’s shadow,

–        this child, born from a human mother – is the Son of God,

–        this child, born to a poor ordinary couple, will be King of all,

–        Nothing is impossible with God, who can cause an old woman way past childbearing age to conceive

o   Like Sarah

o   Like Hannah

o   Like your cousin Elizabeth

Mary did you know?

 

Mary goes to visit Elizabeth.  Who better to understand the inconceivable?  Who better to

believe the unbelievable? 

 

Who better to share her good news with - someone else who has experienced the power of God in her life.

 

If Mary didn’t know, Elizabeth certainly tells her

–        My unborn child recognized Who the child you are carrying is,

–        My child leaps for joy at the sound of your voice,

–        Mary did you know you are blessed?

–        Mary did you know you are carrying God’s son?

 

Mary bursts into song.  Praising God for what God has done for her.  But her song quickly changes to praising God for what God has done, is doing, and will do for the world:

–        God’s everlasting mercy throughout the centuries;

–        Casting down the proud and powerful;

o   Lifting up the poor and oppressed;

–        Filling the hungry with good things;

o   Sending those who are rich and satisfied with the status quo away empty;

–        Remembering God’s promise to bring salvation, reconciliation, re-creation:

o   Her child, decedent of Abraham will bless the world

o   Her child, from the line of King David, is the Prince of Peace.

 

No doubt about it - Mary did know how God had drawn her into God’s redeeming, re-creating activity in the world.

 

There are lots of songs sung at Christmas time.  When we sing, do we know how God draws us into God’s reconciling, re-creating activity in the world?

 People do you know, that Mary’s Child has come to make you new?

People do you know that the Son of God is God’s sign of love for you?

People do you know that this baby boy brings God’s grace and love to earth,

And you’re called to live God’s story, as you sing about his birth?

Oh People do you know?

 

People do you know? [ii]

 

That when you sing “Joy to the World,” God works joy in your heart, drawing you into joyful anticipation for that day when “No more let sin and sorrow reign and thorns infest the ground.”  That God comes again through you to make “God’s blessings known, far as the curse is found.”

 

That when you sing “What child is this?” the marvel of God come in human flesh, God with us, born in a humble stable that night long ago becomes even more marvelous as the realization seeps into you that Jesus still comes to us, still lives in us, is still with us – through you!

 

That when you sing “O Little Town of Bethlehem,” “the hopes and fears of all the years,” the hope and fear of today are given voice, are lifted to God once again, and God once again answers those hope and fears with love and grace and mercy.

 

That when you sing, “It came upon a midnight clear,”  you join the angels’ song, singing “Peace on earth, God’s mercy and favor is shown to those who are crushed by life, who are burdened and weary,” and suddenly you understand that the angels’ have come to you, to tell you that you are blessed, that you have found favor with God and that you are sent as a messenger from God to proclaim peace, to reveal God’s love for the world.

 

That when you sing “O come thou long expected Jesus,” you are singing Jesus into your heart, into your very being so that Jesus birthed in your soul can continue God’s reconciling, re-creating activity in a world that needs to be set free, to be released from fear, to be restored to right relationship (freed from sin) with God and each other, to bring hope and peace and joy and love?

 

That each Christmas we sing, because we are pregnant with Mary[iii]

–        pregnant with the possibilities inherent in our God with whom nothing is impossible

–        as a pregnant woman carries her unborn child, we carry Jesus, speaking for him, breathing his love into our world,

–        anxiously awaiting God’s promise of hope, joy, peace and love, the  birth of a world changed.

 

That’s the song we sing at Christmas. 

           That’s the song we sing all year long.

 

We join in Mary’s song.

      (Sing “the Canticle of Turning”)

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[i] Lyrics by Mark Lowry.

[ii] From here on out this sermon is directly influenced by David Lose’s thoughts for the Fourth Sunday in Advent, Dear Working Preacher, workingpreacher.com. http://www.workingpreacher.org/dear_wp.aspx?article_id=650

[iii] Thanks to Terri at “Seeking Authentic Voice” for including the Caryll Houselander quote that talks about how we birth God to the world in her sermon for this Sunday. It’s a great sermon, and I wish I wrote it.  You can read it at:    http://seekingauthenticvoice.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-rhythm-of-life-claims-my-soul.html