Socrates taught for forty years, Plato for fifty, Aristotle for forty,
and Jesus for only three. Yet the influence of Christ's three-year ministry
infinitely transcends the impact left by the combined 130 years of teaching
from these men who were among the greatest philosophers of all antiquity. Jesus
painted no pictures; yet, some of the finest paintings of Raphel, Michelangelo,
and Leonardo da Vinci received their inspiration from Him. Jesus wrote no
poetry; but Dante, Milton, and scores of the world's greatest poets were
inspired by Him. Jesus composed no music; still Haydn, Handel, Beethoven, Bach,
and Mendelssohn reached their highest perfection of melody in the hymns,
symphonies, and oratorios they composed in His praise. Every sphere of human
greatness has been enriched by this humble carpenter of Nazareth .
"His unique contribution to the human race is the salvation of the soul. Philosophy could
not accomplish that. Nor art. Nor literature. Nor music. Only Jesus Christ can break
the enslaving chains of sin and Satan. He alone can speak peace to the human heart,
strengthen the weak, and give life to those who are spiritually dead."
The life and death of our Lord Jesus Christ are a standing rebuke to
every form of pride to which men are liable.
Pride of birth and rank:—"Is not this the carpenter's son?"
Pride of wealth—"The Son of man hath no where to lay His head."
Pride of respectability—"Can any good come out of Nazareth ?’
Pride of personal appearance—“He hath no form or comeliness.”
Pride of reputation—“A friend of Publicans and sinners.”
Pride of learning — "How knoweth this Man letters, having never
learned?"
Pride of superiority — "I am among you as He that serveth."
Pride of success — "He came unto His own, and His own received Him not."
"Neither did His brethren believe in Him." "He is despised and
rejected of men."
Pride of ability — "I can of mine own self do nothing."
Pride of self-will — "I seek not Mine own will, but the will of the
Father which hath sent Me."
Price of intellect — "As nay Father hath taught me I speak these
things."
Pride in death — "He . . . became obedient unto death, even the
death of the cross."
From Sermons.com
Luke 2:1-14 (15-20) - "What Was Seen at Bethlehem"
Hebrews 1:1-4 - "No Time for a Sermon" by Leonard Sweet
I wonder what I would have heard had I been there that
night. It is a question that annually haunts me. Would I have heard the choirs
of angels singing or simply the sounds of barnyard animals shifting around?
Would I have seen the star in the sky that night or simply two poor and very
frightened kids? Would I have understood the hushed silence of the divine
presence, or simply the chill of a cold east wind. Would I have understood the
message of Emmanuel, God with us, or would the cosmic implications of that
evening have passed me by?
I am convinced that had two people been there that night in
Bethlehem it is quite possible that they could have heard and seen two entirely
different scenes. I believe this because all of life is this way. God never
presents himself in revelation in a manner in which we are forced to believe.
We are always left with an option, for that is God's way. Thus, one person can
say "It is a miracle, while another says "It is coincidence."
Certainly very few people in Palestine saw and heard and
understood what took place that night. The choirs of angels singing were
drowned out by the haggling and trading going on in the Jerusalem bazaar. There
was a bright star in the sky but the only ones apparently to pay any attention
to it were pagan astrologers from the East. If anyone did see Mary and Joseph
on that most fateful night, they were too preoccupied with their own problems
to offer any assistance.
In one of the All in the Family episodes that aired some
years ago Edith and Archie are attending Edith's high school class reunion.
Edith encounters an old classmate by the name of Buck who, unlike his earlier
days. had now become excessively obese. Edith and Buck have a delightful
conversation about old times and the things that they did together, but
remarkably Edith doesn't seem to notice how extremely heavy Buck has become.
Later, when Edith and Archie and talking, she says in her whiny voices
"Archie, ain't Buck a beautiful person." Archie looks at her with a
disgusted expression and says: "Your a pip, Edith. You know that. You and
I look at the same guy and you see a beautiful person and I see a blimp. Edith
gets a puzzled expression on her face and says something unknowingly profound,
"Yeah, ain't it too bad."
Merry Christmas!
Christmas Day is "No Time For A Sermon."
No, it is not that there is no time for a sermon because
the choir sang so many beautiful Christmas songs. It is not because there is no
time for a sermon because it took so long to seat the "Christmas
crowd." It is not because the critters in the "live" nativity
scene got loose and ate all the Christmas cookies for coffee hour.
The reason that on this Sunday, on Christmas Day, there is
"no time for a sermon" is because on Christmas Day there is only time
for each of us to discover "a silence in which another voice may
speak" (Mary Oliver, "Praying"). Today is the time for us to FEEL
the gift of Christmas from the top of our heads to the tip of our toes, not
"hear" about it with our ears.
The gift of Christmas is something that sneaks up on us at
unexpected moments. It may come in the wee hours of the morning after having
spent a long night wrapping presents. It may come while we are waiting for a
bus and are listening to "canned" Christmas music and watching our
fellow commuters who are wearing way too much red and green. It may come when
our child, or grandchild, or neighborhood kid, suddenly offers a small gift and
a spontaneous snuggle, instead of a hurried "hi" and scuttling away.
Until we experience our "Christmas moment" the
holiday is all about "to-do" lists, stress tests, credit limits, and
on-line access. Until that "Christmas moment," we have been concerned
with unemployment, skyrocketing grocery prices, troops coming home, and if the
weather will turn freakish and spoil all our plans. Until we experience a true
"Christmas moment," Christmas is crazy and chaotic.
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A young girl ran away from home to get married. Her father
was angry and said he would never forgive her or ever want to see her again.
She was sorry and wrote long letters seeking forgiveness, but still the father remained
unforgiving. She eventually had a son. One day, when the boy was old enough to
run and play, an idea came to her. Why not send her son to her father. He would
be a living letter telling her father of her love for him and that she still
very much wanted his forgiveness.
They drove to grandfather's house. The boy had not been there before, but the
house was as his mother remembered it. She told the boy to knock on the door.
When Grandpa answered, he was to give him a big hug and a kiss. The boy went to
the door, knocked, grandfather answered, the boy reached up, kissed him and
give him a huge hug. His heart melted and the father motioned for the girl to
come in as she was standing just a few feet from the door.
Reconciliation happened that day just as reconciliation happens this night between God and his children. Jesus is God's sign of his love for us and his power to forgive us our wrongs.
Tim Zingale, Christmas Colors
Reconciliation happened that day just as reconciliation happens this night between God and his children. Jesus is God's sign of his love for us and his power to forgive us our wrongs.
Tim Zingale, Christmas Colors
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Silent Night
Silent Night
The Army chaplain of the 106th Division was captured in the Battle of the Bulge
in World War II. Along with many other Americans, he was herded on to a freight
car and taken into the heart of Germany.
On the evening of December 23rd, the men were in the railroad yard of a German city, when a devastating attack was made by the British Royal Air Force. Many of the American prisoners were killed as well as many Germans. The next night, Christmas Eve, the air raid was repeated. When the planes began to fly over, there was fear and alarm among the prisoners who were packed like sardines into these freight cars. The chaplain persuaded the German officer in charge to let him go up and down the line of the cars and talk to the men. As he passed by he said, "Boys, this is Christmas Eve and we are in a tough spot. But, if you have your Bibles, get them out and read the story of the birth of Jesus and you will know that He is with us even here. If you can't read because of the darkness, then let's sing."
Immediately there was a medley of response. Some sang revival songs and some sang hymns. Then a rich baritone struck up "Silent Night, Holy Night," and he was joined by others. Carload after carload joined in singing that beautiful Christmas carol. Then something marvelous happened. Other voices, German voices, began to sing the song in the original "Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht." The German voices and American voices blended together in praise of Christ who came to bring all people together in peace.
James D. Kegel, Christmas
Peace
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God's Timing Is Perfect__________________________________
Christopher Columbus, discouraged one day, walked by a monastery. He was thirsty, so he went in for a drink of water. An old monk sat with him and listened to how he wanted to go on an expedition to find another land. Bad timing? When the story was over, Christopher Columbus went on, but the old monk was a personal friend of Queen Isabella, and he was the one who convinced her to finance Columbus' expedition. Europe's discovery of America started with a drink of water in a monastery.
Abraham Lincoln was out in the back of his store one day, rummaging through an
old barrel. As he finished, he reached down and felt a couple books in his
hand. And he pulled them up and saw they were Blackstone's Commentaries.
Something happened to Abraham Lincoln as he read those. He became a lawyer, and
it totally changed his direction. He got into politics and became the President
of the United States and healer of the wound of the Civil War. It all started
with him rummaging in a barrel.
John Calvin was going down to Italy. War broke out and the road he was going to take was blockaded, so he went to Geneva. Bad timing? His time in Geneva made a change in his life that has changed many lives since. George Whitfield was a bartender in England and couldn't get along with his sister-in-law, who owned the bar, so he left. Bad timing? Out of that experience he turned to God, went to Oxford, became part of the Holy Club with John Wesley and helped change England.
What I'm saying is this: God's timing is perfect and purposeful. We can trust Him and make the most of the opportunities He has given to us in His time.
John Calvin was going down to Italy. War broke out and the road he was going to take was blockaded, so he went to Geneva. Bad timing? His time in Geneva made a change in his life that has changed many lives since. George Whitfield was a bartender in England and couldn't get along with his sister-in-law, who owned the bar, so he left. Bad timing? Out of that experience he turned to God, went to Oxford, became part of the Holy Club with John Wesley and helped change England.
What I'm saying is this: God's timing is perfect and purposeful. We can trust Him and make the most of the opportunities He has given to us in His time.
Dwight Gunter, Time ___________________________
Gloria! Christ Is Our Own
It doesn't seem that long
ago. It is as clear as yesterday. It was in the morning, 6:30, a Sunday
morning, and I heard the patter of little feet. And the patter of the feet came
into the kitchen, and it was dark in our kitchen except for the light above the
kitchen table. I was putting the finishing touches on the Sunday sermon, and
the little child came in half asleep, and he said to me, "Where's the
scissors, Dad?" I gave him the scissors and he went over to where there
was a chain which was made of paper, a paper chain link for each of the days of
Advent, and he went and cut off the chain and he said, "Dad, one more day
to Christmas!" And then that little boy got up into my lap, and he put his
arms around my neck, and he just sat there and hugged me, for what seemed like
five minutes of stillness and five minutes of love. And I put my arms around
his little body and that child was my very own, my very own child, belonging to
the world, belonging to my wife, belonging to his family, belonging to God, but
also, belonging to me, my very own. And there was an inner glow of satisfaction
deep within me.
And when you finally realize that Christ is your very own, not only for all the world, not only for all the shepherds, not only for all the angels, but when you realize that Christ is your very own, then there becomes a glow in your heart, and you begin to sing the Gloria.
Edward F. Markquart, Gloria!
And when you finally realize that Christ is your very own, not only for all the world, not only for all the shepherds, not only for all the angels, but when you realize that Christ is your very own, then there becomes a glow in your heart, and you begin to sing the Gloria.
Edward F. Markquart, Gloria!
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A Grown Up Christmas
Recently, I was in a department store doing some Christmas
shopping. Christmas music was playing and I was getting into the spirit of it
all... when suddenly I realized that I was singing along with Natalie Cole.
Natalie and I were singing her new Christmas song. It's a big hit. It's called
"My Grown-up Christmas List." Have you heard this? In the song, Natalie
Cole reminisces about how when she was young, she sat on Santa's knee and told
him about her childhood fantasies. And then she sings about how she's all grown
up now, but she still has dreams... things she would like for Christmas, not
just for herself but for our needy world. Then she sings her "Grown-up
Christmas List." Here are the things she wants for Christmas now:
"No more lives torn apart
And wars will never start,
And time will heal all hearts.
Everyone will have a friend
And right will always win,
And love will never end.
This is my lifelong dream,
My Grown-up Christmas List."
"No more lives torn apart
And wars will never start,
And time will heal all hearts.
Everyone will have a friend
And right will always win,
And love will never end.
This is my lifelong dream,
My Grown-up Christmas List."
Do you know what Natalie Cole is longing for in that song? She is longing for the peace of Christmas... and the place to find that is in the miracle of Bethlehem. When we go back to Bethlehem, we discover that real peace means being set right in all our relationships. It means being... right with God, right with ourselves, and right with other people.
James W. Moore, Collected Sermons, Sermons.com
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In a Peanuts cartoon, Linus tells Charlie Brown, "When
I hear those coyotes howling at night, it totally depresses me. I start to feel
lonely ... Then I get scared."
Charlie Brown says, "I thought holding onto that
blanket made you secure."
Linus replies, "I think the warranty has run
out."
Isn't that true for us? We fear life, we fear death, and everything in between. We are afraid of little things like a black cat crossing our path or spilled salt. Or, leaving our home at night lest we become a victim of crime. Or, the fear that floods our hearts as we wait for the doctor to
tell us if we have cancer. Or, the fear that startles us when the shrill sound of the telephone jolts us awake in the middle of the night. The antidote to our fears is found in the coming of Christ into the world. The first words of Adam are "I was afraid." But the first words at the birth of Jesus are, "Don't be afraid."
Ian Chapman, Don't Be Afraid _____________________________
Christmas Turns Everything Upside Down
does. Christmas turns the world topsy-turvy because it is centered in a baby, and babies change everything! Just watch a doting grandmother or grandfather and you'll see how life is changed!
The Christ child is no exception. This child will change the world! This child is God's son, the one foretold by the prophets. As the gospel writer put it: "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God."
Ian Chapman, Don't Be Afraid
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We often learn the most from our children. There is an old
story about a man who punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of
gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became infuriated when the child
tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the
little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said,
"This is for you, Daddy."
The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction once
he realized the gift was for him. He opened the gift, but his anger flared
again when he found that the box was empty. He yelled at her, "Don't you
know that when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something
inside of it?"
In a very real sense, each of us has been given a gold container
filled with unconditional love and kisses from God. Through the sacrifice of
Jesus, God's "one and only Son," we have the access to eternal life.
While there are those times when it seems as if He has left
us to make it on our own, and there are those times when it appears as if we
cannot go any further in life, there is no more precious possession anyone
could hold than the gold box filled with the love of God.
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From the Collection of Fr. Tony Kadavil:
Anecdotes
1)
Abnormal birth: After explaining childbirth the biology teacher asked
her 4th graders to write an essay on "childbirth" in their families.
Susan went home and asked her mother how she was born. Her mother, who was busy
at the time, said, “A big white swan brought you darling, and left you on our
doorstep.” Continuing her research she asked grandma how her parents got her.
Being in the middle of something, her grandma similarly deflected the question
by saying, “A fairy brought me and my mother found me in our garden in an open
box”. Then the girl went and asked her great-grandmother how her parents got
her as a baby. “My mother picked me from a box found in the gooseberry bush”,
said the surprised great-grandma. With this information the girl wrote her
essay. When the teacher asked her later to read it in front of the class, she
stood up and began, "I really wonder why there was not even a single
natural birth in our family for four generations..." (Rev. Fairchild).
Today the words of Isaiah tell us of another non-normal birth. It’s a
non-normal birth never before seen or experienced because it is the birth of
God as man – Jesus Christ, Son of God and Son of Man, as our Savior.
Introduction
We
celebrate Christmas because it is the birthday of our God who became man and
Savior to save us from our sins, a God who came to share His love with us and a
God who came to live with us always as Emmanuel.
First
of all, Christmas is the feast of God’s sending us a Savior. Jesus, the incarnation
of God as man, came to save us from the bondage of sin. The Hindu Scriptures
describe ten incarnations of God, “to restore righteousness in the world
whenever there is a large scale erosion of moral values.” (“Dharma
samstaphanarthe sambhavami yuge yuge”- Bhagavathgeetha) But the Christian
Scriptures teach only one incarnation, and its purpose is given in John 3: 16:
“God so loved the world that he sent His only Son so that every one who
believes in Him may not die, but have eternal life.” We celebrate that
Incarnation today as good news because we have a Divine Savior. As our Savior,
Jesus atoned for our sins and liberated us from slavery to sin by His
suffering, death and resurrection. Every Christmas reminds us that we still
need this Savior to be reborn in our hearts and lives to free us from our evil
addictions and unjust, impure and uncharitable tendencies.
Secondly,
it is the feast of God’s sharing His love with us. Jesus as our Savior brought
the “good news” that our God is a loving, forgiving, merciful and rewarding God
who wants to save us through His Son Jesus and not a judgmental, cruel and
punishing God. Jesus demonstrated by his life and teaching how God our heavenly
Father loves us, forgives us, and provides for us. All his miracles were signs
of this Divine Love. Jesus’ final demonstration of God’s love for us was his
death on the cross and the institution of the Holy Eucharist. Christmas reminds
us that sharing love with others is our Christian duty and that every time we
do so, Jesus is reborn in our lives. Let us face this challenging question
asked by Alexander Pope, “What does it profit me if Jesus is born in thousands
of cribs all over the world, and He is not born in my heart?” Let us allow
Jesus to be reborn in our hearts and lives today and every day and let us
radiate his light around us as sharing and selfless love, in compassionate
words and deeds, unconditional forgiveness, the spirit of humble service and
overflowing generosity.
Thirdly,
Christmas is the feast of the Emmanuel, i.e., God living with us and within us.
Christmas is the feast of the Emmanuel because God in the New Testament is
God-with-us, Emmanuel, who continues to live with us in all the events of our
lives as announced by the angel to Mary. The Christmas story tells us that
there is a way out of our sinfulness and hopelessness, because God is with us.
We are not alone. As Emmanuel, Jesus lives in the sacraments (especially in the
Holy Eucharist), in the Holy Bible, in the praying community and in each believer,
as His Holy Spirit transforms us into the "Temples of the Holy Spirit.”
Christmas reminds us that we are bearers of God with the missionary duty of
conveying Jesus to others around us by loving others as Jesus did, through
sacrificial, humble and committed service. Sharing with others, Jesus, the
Emmanuel living within us, should be our best Christmas gift to others.
Exegesis
Life
messages :
Additional
Anecdotes
1)
"Man, you don't mess around when you're hungry!" Have you
heard about the little boy who loved going to church? He enjoyed the music, the
stained glass windows, the homily and the fellowship. The only part about going
to church that the little boy didn't like, were those long personal prayers
which the pastor added to the intercessory prayers! Then on Christmas, the
little boy's parents invited the pastor home for lunch... and would you believe
it, his mom asked the minister to pray the prayer of thanksgiving before the
meal. "Oh, no," thought the little boy, "We will never get to
eat. I am starving and he will pray forever." But to his surprise, the
pastor’s prayer was brief and to the point. He said, "Oh Lord, bless this
home. Bless this food, and use us in your service, in Jesus name. Amen."
The little boy was so astonished by the pastor’s short prayer that he couldn't
help himself. He looked at the pastor and blurted out what he was thinking:
"Man, you don't mess around when you're hungry!" Well, I don't want
to "mess around" on this Christmas morning because I know that whether
we realize it or not... we are hungry. We are all hungry for God. We are all
hungry for our Savior. We are all hungry for Christmas... because, you see,
this is precisely what Christmas is all about. We need a Savior, we are starved
for a Savior, and a Savior is given in Jesus. In fact, the name
"Jesus" means literally "The Lord is Salvation," or Yahweh
Saves, or Savior. Jesus came at Christmas to do for us what we cannot do for
ourselves. He came to save us from our sins.
2)
“And all mankind will see God's salvation.” Every year, the former
President Bush and his wife Laura used to send out a Christmas card with a
Bible verse on it. For Christmas 2001, when the country was still coming to
terms with the Sept. 11th attacks, the Bushes decided to choose a verse that
conveyed their faith and hope. They picked this verse from the Psalms: "I
believe I shall see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living."
(An interview with First Lady Laura Bush by Ellen Levin, Good Housekeeping,
Jan. 2002, pp. 105, 130.) That is the promise of Christmas. Isaiah put it like
this: "Every valley shall be filled in, every mountain and hill made low.
The crooked roads shall become straight, the rough ways smooth. And all mankind
will see God's salvation.'" That is the hope that sustains us in good
times and bad. We shall see God's salvation. Christ came because the world
needed saving.
3)
"We'll all be home for Christmas.” Senator John McCain spent 5½
years as a prisoner of war in Vietnam in the 1960s. During that time, he was
frequently tortured or held in solitary confinement. He reports that his lowest
point came on Christmas Eve 1969. McCain was giving up hope of ever getting out
of Vietnam alive. To compound his homesickness, the captors played the song
"I'll Be Home for Christmas" over the PA system. Just then, McCain
heard tapping on his cell wall. This was the communication code the POWs used
to communicate with one another. On the other side of the wall was Ernie Bruce,
a Marine who had been imprisoned for four years already. In spite of his dire
situation, Bruce was tapping out, "We'll all be home for Christmas. God
bless America." These simple words of comfort restored John McCain's hope.
("The tapping on the wall" by Senator John McCain, Ladies' Home
Journal, July 2002, pp. 107-111.) The message of Christmas is always one of
hope. This world needs saving, but God began that process of salvation two
thousand years ago with the birth of a babe in Bethlehem. There's something
about Christmas that elevates us. Christmas is about hope of a better world to
come.
4)
Kierkegaard has a fable of a king who fell in love with a maid. A king
fell in love with a poor maid. The king wanted to marry her. When he asked
them, "How shall I declare my love?" his counselors answered,
"Your majesty has only to appear in all the glory of your royal raiments
before the maid's humble dwelling, and she will instantly fall at your feet and
be yours." But it was precisely that which troubled the king. He wanted
her glorification, not his. In return for his love he wanted hers, freely
given. Finally, the king realized love's truth, that freedom for the beloved
demanded equality with the beloved. So late one night, after all the counselors
of the palace had retired, he slipped out a side door and appeared before the maid's
cottage dressed as a servant to confess his love for her. Clearly, the fable is
a Christmas story. God chose to express His love for us humans by becoming one
like us. We are called to obey not God's power, but God's love. God wants not
submission to his power, but in return for his love, our own.
5)
Camel on the roof of royal palace: The king of Balkh (northern
Afghanistan) named Ebrahim ibn Adam was wealthy according to every earthly
measure. At the same time, however, he sincerely and restlessly strove to be
wealthy spiritually as well. One night the king was roused from sleep by a
fearful stumping on the roof above his bed. Alarmed, he shouted: “Who's there?”
“A friend,” came the reply from the roof. “I've lost my camel.” Perturbed by
such stupidity, Ebrahim screamed: “You fool! Are you looking for a camel on the
roof?” “You fool!” the voice from the roof answered. “Are you looking for God
in silk clothing, and lying on a golden bed?” The story goes on, according to
Jesuit theologian Walter G. Burghardt, to tell how these simple words filled
the king with such terror that he arose from his sleep to become a most
remarkable saint. Every Christmas Jesus asks the same question to each one of
us: “Where are you looking for Me? In the majestically adorned and illuminated
cathedrals or in the stables of the poor and the needy?” Tonight’s scripture
readings tell us where to look for Christ the Savior.
6)
“No Room in the Inn” The Taj Mahal is one of the most beautiful and
costly tombs ever built, but there is something fascinating about its
beginnings. In 1629, when the favorite wife of Indian ruler Shah Jahan died, he
ordered that a magnificent tomb be built as a memorial for her. The shah placed
his wife’s casket in the middle of a parcel of land, and construction of the
temple literally began around it. But several years into the venture, the
Shah’s grief gave way to a passion for the project. One late evening while he
was surveying the sight, he reportedly stumbled over a wooden box in the dark,
and he had some workers to remove it and put it in a common store house. It was
months before he realized that his wife’s casket that had been carelessly kept
in a common store along with useless articles. The original purpose for the
memorial had become lost in the details of construction. [Dr. James Dobson,
Coming Home, Timeless Wisdom for Families, (Tyndale House: Wheaton, 1998), 122,
& “Story of Christless Christmas,” taken from Max Lucado, The Applause of
Heaven, pp. 131-132.] This seemingly unrealistic ancient legend is a painfully
relevant parable of the way some people celebrate Christmas today. Sometimes we
become so involved in the tasks and details of Christmas that we forget the One
we are honoring. Five little words in the Gospel of Luke say it all: "No
Room in the Inn.”
7)
The golden rice grains: There is a beautiful poem by the mystic poet of
India, Rabindra Nath Tagore, extolling the reward of generous giving. It tells
the story of a king who regularly visited his people, passing through the
streets in a chariot. One morning as the king was passing by, a beggar woman
who planned to ask him for alms, stood on the road side with her begging bowl.
As the king approached her, however, he descended from his chariot and
stretched out his hand as though he was expecting a gift from the woman.
Excited and surprised, the woman put her hand in the cotton bag on her
shoulder, took out a pinch of rice, and with trembling hands gave it to the
king. The king was well pleased; he smiled at her put her offering in his
pocket and gave her back a pinch of grains from his other pocket. When the
woman returned to her small hut that evening and examined the grains she had
gotten that day, she was surprised to find a few grains of gold in the rice.
You can imagine both her surprise and despair when she realized she should have
given all her rice grains to the king. We are here to offer our gifts to Child
Jesus in the manger as His birthday gift. Let us remember that Jesus does not
want our material gifts as much as He wants our own selves, with all our
weakness and temptations, our merits and demerits. Let our Christmas gift to
him be a heart full of love and a strong and sincere resolution to share it
generously with others.
8)
“I want somebody who has skin on." Leonard Griffith, the
outstanding pastor in Toronto, tells the story of a mother who was putting her
little daughter to bed in the midst of a thunderstorm. She told her daughter
that she did not need to be frightened, that God was with her and her mother
and father were close by in the living room. The girl replied to her mother,
"Mommy, but when it thunders this way, I want somebody who has skin
on." This simple, homely story, in essence, is the essential truth of our
text. The invisible spirit of God did clothe himself in skin, flesh, and blood
and came to dwell among us with grace and truth.
9)
A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens, is all about Ebenezer Scrooge, the mean
banker who hoards all his money, and goes around saying, "Bah!
Humbug!" On Christmas Eve, he is visited by the ghosts of Christmas Past,
Christmas Present and Christmas Future. Then he wakes up on Christmas morning,
and finds out he's been given a second chance. He buys the biggest turkey for
Bob Crachett and Tiny Tim, is reconciled with his family, serves everyone, and
loves everyone for the rest of his life. What makes this such a great story is
that Scrooge wakes up on Christmas and decides to spend his life consciously
loving and serving others, to live every day as if it were Christmas, loving and
serving Christ in everyone.
11)
“I wish I could be a brother like that”: Paul received an automobile
from his brother as a Christmas present. On Christmas Eve when Paul came out of
his office, a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it.
“Is this your car, Mister?" he asked. Paul nodded. "My brother gave
it to me for Christmas." The boy was astounded. "You mean your
brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you nothing? Boy, I wish..." He
hesitated. Of course Paul knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to
wish he had a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Paul all the way
down to his heels. "I wish," the boy went on, "that I could be a
brother like that."
Paul
looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added, "Would you
like to take a ride in my automobile?" "Oh yes, I'd love that."
After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said, "Mister,
would you mind driving in front of my house?" Paul smiled a little. He
thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he
could ride home in a big automobile. But Paul was wrong again.
"Will
you stop where those two steps are?" the boy asked. He ran up the steps.
Then in a little while Paul heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast.
He was carrying his little crippled brother. He sat him down on the bottom
step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car. "There
she is, Buddy, just like I told you upstairs. His brother gave it to him for
Christmas and it didn't cost him a cent. And someday I'm gonna give you one
just like it...then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the
Christmas windows that I've been trying to tell you about."
Paul
got out and lifted the lad to the front seat of his car. The shining-eyed older
brother climbed in beside him and the three of them began a memorable holiday
ride. That Christmas Eve, Paul learned what Jesus meant when he had said:
"It is more blessed to give..." [Dan Clark. From Chicken Soup for the
Soul, (1992), pp. 25-26.]
12)
Erik’s Jesus in rags: A Christmas story: (Erik's Old Man by Nancy Dahlberg.
From Chicken Soup for the Christian Soul (1997), pp. 307-309)
It
was Sunday, Christmas Day. After the holidays in San Francisco we were driving
back home to Los Angeles. We stopped for lunch in King City. The restaurant was
nearly empty. We were the only family and ours were the only children. I heard
Erik, my one-year-old, squeal with glee. “Hithere,” the two words he always
thought were one. “Hithere” and he pounded his fat baby hands- whack, whack,
whack – on the metal high chair. His face was alive with excitement, his eyes
were wide, gums bared in a toothless grin. He wriggled and giggled. Then I saw
the source of his merriment: an old, dirty smelly bum in rags. He spoke to
Erik: “Hi there, baby. Hi there, big boy, I see ya, Buster.” My husband and I
exchanged a look that was a cross between “What do we do?” and “Poor devil.”
Our
meal came, and the banging and the noise continued. Now the old bum was shouting
across the room and Erik continued to laugh and answer, “Hithere.” Every call
was echoed. Nobody thought it was cute. The guy was a drunk and a disturbance.
I was embarrassed. My husband, Dennis, was humiliated. Dennis went to pay the
check, imploring me to get Erik and meet him in the parking lot. “Lord, just
let me get out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,” and I bolted for the
door. It soon was obvious that both the Lord and Erik had other plans. As I
drew closer to the man on my way out, Erik, with his eyes riveted on his new
friend, leaned over my arm, reaching up with his in a baby’s "pick-me-up
position." In the split-second of balancing my baby, I came eye-to-eye
with the old man. Erik was lunging for him, arms spread wide. The bum implored me:
“Would you let me hold your baby?” There was no need for me to answer since
Erik propelled himself from my arms into those of the bum. Suddenly a very old
man and a very young baby consummated their love relationship.
Erik
laid his tiny head upon the man’s ragged shoulder. The man’s eyes closed, and I
saw tears hover beneath the lashes. His aged hands, rough and worn from hard
labor, gently cradled and stroked my baby. I stood awestruck. The old man
rocked and cradled Erik in his arms for a moment. Then he opened his eyes,
looked into mine, and said in a firm voice: “You take care of this baby.” And
somehow I managed to say “I will." At last the bum handed Erik to me. As I
held my arms open to receive my baby, the old man said, “God bless you, Ma’am.
You’ve given me my Christmas gift.” I said nothing more than a muttered
“thanks.” With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. Dennis wondered why I was
crying and holding Erik so tightly. And why I was saying, “My God, forgive me.
Forgive me”
13)
Will you take Christ home with you this Christmas? When a little boy
named Davis came to Christmas morning Mass with his parents, he was surprised
to find that baby Jesus was not in the Nativity Set. His parents immediately
went into the sacristy and asked the pastor who had removed the Baby Jesus. The
pastor rushed to the crib only to realize that some miscreants had stolen the
Baby from the manger after the Midnight Mass. Later, during the morning Mass,
the pastor informed the congregation of the theft and told them that he
couldn't understand the motive behind such a callous act. Then, he asked them
to see that the Baby Jesus was returned. The manger, however, remained empty.
Later
that afternoon, depressed and sad, the pastor was walking through the wintry
streets when he saw his neighbor, little Tommy. Shabbily dressed against the
cold, Tommy was proudly walking with a new, bright red wagon. The pastor knew
how much his parents must have scrimped and saved to buy him the wagon. With a
surge of Christmas spirit, the pastor wished Tommy a Merry Christmas and
congratulated him on his beautiful Christmas gift. It was then that he noticed
that Tommy’s new red wagon wasn't empty. The Baby Jesus stolen from the church
lay on a pillow in the wagon. The pastor was disappointed. He told Tommy that
stealing was wrong and that the entire parish had been hurt by his action.
Wiping from his cheeks the flowing penitential tears, Tommy said, "But,
Father, I didn't steal Jesus! It wasn't like that at all. I've been asking
Jesus for a red wagon for Christmas for a long time, and, you see, I promised
Him when I got it, He'd be the first one I took out for a ride. I kept my
promise and now I am on my way to the church to bring Baby Jesus home!” Each
Christmas invites us to take Jesus to our home, because the only inn where He
cares to find shelter is the inn of our hearts. If, like the pastor in our
story, we have misjudged others, we can take Jesus home with us by asking their
forgiveness. If someone has hurt us, we can forgive him or her. Let’s make this
a Christmas of reconciliation, love, peace and joy.
14)
O. Henry’s story of sacrificial Christmas sharing: “Gift of the Magi”: A
brief retelling of this old, but touching story is as follows: It was Christmas
Eve, during the days of the Depression of the 1930's. Della and James, a newly
married couple, were very poor. They loved each other dearly, but money was
hard to come by. In fact, as Christmas approached, they were unhappy because
they had no money to buy presents for each other. They had two possessions that
they valued deeply: James had a gold watch which had belonged to his father,
and Della had long and beautiful brown hair. Della knew that James’ watch had
no matching chain--only a worn-out leather strap. A matching chain would be an
ideal gift for her husband, but she lacked the money to buy it.
As
she stood before the mirror, her eyes fell on her long brown tresses. She was
very proud of her beautiful hair, but she knew what she had to do. She faltered
a moment, but nothing could stand in the way of love. She hastened to the
“hair-dealers,” sold her hair for twenty dollars, and went round shop after
shop, hunting for the ideal gift. At last she found it: a matching chain for
her husband’s watch. She was very happy and proud of the gift. She knew he
would love it, the fruit of her sacrifice.
James
came in, beaming with love, proud of the gift he had bought for Della. He knew
she would be very happy with the gift. But when he saw her, his face fell. She
thought he was angry at what she had done. She tried to console him by saying
that her hair would grow fast, and soon it would be as beautiful as before.
That is when he gave her his gift. It was an expensive set of combs, with
gem-studded rims. She had always wanted them for her hair! She was very happy,
but with a tinge of sadness. She knew it would be some time before she could
use the precious gift.
Then,
with tears in her eyes, she presented him with the gift she had bought. As he
looked at the beautiful chain, he said with a sigh: “I guess our gifts will
have to wait for some time. The combs were very expensive; I had to sell my
watch to buy the combs!” These were the perfect gifts: gifts of sacrificial
love. Both James and Della were very happy for, like the Magi, they had
discovered LOVE through self-sacrifice.
15)
Two babies in the manger? In 1994, two Christian missionaries answered
an invitation from the Russian Department of Education to teach morals and
ethics in a large orphanage. About 100 boys and girls who had been abandoned,
abused, and left in the care of a government-run program were in the orphanage.
It was nearing Christmas and the missionaries decided to tell them the story of
Christmas. It would be the first time these children would hear the story of
the birth of Christ. They told the children about Mary and Joseph arriving in
Bethlehem. Finding no room in the inn, the couple went to a stable, where the
Baby Jesus was born and placed in a manger. Throughout the story, the children
and the orphanage staff sat in amazement as they listened. When the story was
finished, the missionaries gave the children three small pieces of cardboard to
make a crude manger. Each child was given a small paper square, cut from yellow
napkins that the missionaries had brought with them since no colored paper was
available.
Following
instructions, the children tore the paper and carefully laid strips in the
manger for straw. Small squares of flannel, cut from a worn-out nightgown
discarded by a tourist, were used for the baby’s blanket. A doll-like baby was
cut from tan felt which the missionaries had also brought with them. It was all
going smoothly until one of the missionaries sat down at a table to help a 6
year old boy named Misha. He had finished his manger. When the missionary
looked at the little boy’s manger, she was startled to see not one, but two
babies in the manger. Quickly, she called for the translator to ask Misha why
there were two babies in the manger. Crossing his arms in front of him and
looking at this completed manger scene, Misha began to repeat the story very
seriously. For such a young boy, who had only heard the Christmas story once,
he related the
happenings
accurately until he came to the part where Mary put the Baby Jesus in the
manger.
Then
Misha started to ad-lib. He made up his own ending. He said, “And when Maria
laid the baby in the manger, Jesus looked at me and asked me if I had a place
to stay. I told him I have no mamma and I have no papa, so I don’t have any
place to stay. Then Jesus told me that I could stay with Him. But I told him I
couldn’t, because I didn’t have a gift to give Him like the shepherds and the
magi did. But I wanted to stay with Jesus so much, so I thought about what I
had that maybe I could use for a gift. I thought maybe if I kept Him warm, that
would be a good gift. So I asked Jesus, “If I keep You warm, will that be a
good enough gift?” And Jesus told me, “If you keep Me warm, that will be the
best gift anybody ever gave Me.” “So I got into the manger and then Jesus
looked at me and He told me I could stay with Him – for always.” As little
Misha finished his story, his eyes brimmed full of tears that splashed down his
little cheeks. Putting his hand over his face, his head dropped to the table and
his shoulders shook as he sobbed and sobbed. The little orphan had found
Someone Who would never abandon nor abuse him, someone who would stay with him
- FOR ALWAYS. Today we celebrate the great feast of Jesus the Emmanuel – “God
With Us. “
16)
Did you see the queen? Remember that nursery rhyme?
"Pussy
cat, pussy cat, where have you been?"
"I've
been to London to look at the queen." "Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?"
"A frightened a little mouse, under her chair."
The
pussycat went to see the queen, but it saw only a mouse. We have come to
Christmas to see Jesus coming to our lives as our Lord and personal Savior. But
do we see only the lights, the statues in the manger scene and the poinsettias
around the altar? We have come to experience the Light of the world shine on
us. But do we see only the darkness of our lives and that of the world? God has
communicated His love for us and His desire to be with us through the Babe in
the manger. Do we get the Message?
17)
A Christmas Parable written by Louis Cassels: “Once upon a time there was a
man who looked upon Christmas as a lot of humbug. He wasn’t a Scrooge. He was a
kind and decent person, generous to his family, upright in all his dealings
with other men. But he didn’t believe all that stuff about Incarnation which
churches proclaim at Christmas. And he was too honest to pretend that he did.
“I am truly sorry to distress you,” he told his wife, who was a faithful
churchgoer. “But I simply cannot understand this claim that God becomes man. It
doesn’t make any sense to me.” On Christmas Eve his wife and children went to
church for the midnight service. He declined to accompany them. “I’d feel like
a hypocrite,” he explained. “I’d rather stay at home. But I’ll wait up for
you.”
Shortly
after his family drove away in the car, snow began to fall. He went to the
window and watched the flurries getting heavier and heavier. “If we must have
Christmas,” he thought, “it’s nice to have a white one.” He went back to his
chair by the fireside and began to read his newspaper. A few minutes later he
was startled by a thudding sound. It was quickly followed by another, then
another. He thought that someone must be throwing snowballs at his living room
window. When he went to the front door to investigate, he found a flock of
birds huddled miserably in the storm. They had been caught in the storm and in
a desperate search for shelter had tried to fly through his window. “I can’t
let these poor creatures lie there and freeze,” he thought. “But how can I help
them?” Then he remembered the barn where the children’s pony was stabled. It
would provide a warm shelter.
He
put on his coat and galoshes and tramped through the deepening snow to the
barn. He opened the door wide and turned on a light. But the birds didn’t come in.
“Food will lure them in,” he thought. So he hurried back to the house for bread
crumbs, which he sprinkled on the snow to make a trail into the barn. To his
dismay, the birds ignored the bread crumbs and continued to flop around
helplessly in the snow. He tried shooing them into the barn by walking around
and waving his arms. They scattered in every direction - except into the warm
lighted barn. “They find me a strange and terrifying creature,” he said to
himself, “and I can’t seem to think of any way to let them know they can trust
me. If only I could be a bird myself for a few minutes, perhaps I could lead
them to safety. . . .” Just at that moment the church bells began to ring. He
stood silent for a while, listening to the bells pealing the glad tidings of
Christmas. Then he sank to his knees in the snow. “Now I do understand,” he
whispered. “Now I see why You had to do it.” (Quoted by Fr. Tommy Lane)
18)
God has revealed Himself in his Son." Theologian Karl Barth stood
before students and faculty at Princeton in 1963 during his Princeton Lectures.
A student asked: "Sir, don't you think that God has revealed himself in
other religions and not only Christianity?" Barth stunned many who were
present when he thundered, "No, God has not revealed himself in any
religion, including Christianity. He has revealed himself in his Son."
19)
Shuttle service to heaven: The brilliant writer, C. S. Lewis, wrote a
thought-provoking book called The Great Divorce. It is not about the divorce
that occurs between husband and wife. It is about the divorce that occurs
between our souls and God. In this book, C. S. Lewis gives us a picture of Hell
as a big city, with all its pressures and problems. In this big city, the
weather is always cold and wet with a heavy rain. The light is always grey and
murky. The people in this city of Hell become more and more aware of the great
divorce that has taken place between their soul and God, and they sink deeper
and deeper into their dismal surroundings. Except ... there is a way out! There
is a way out of this terrible condition! God has provided a shuttle-bus service
from Hell to Heaven: regular bus service. All you need to do is get on the bus
and let the power of God carry you into the light. The incredible thing about
the story is that very few people get on board the buses, even though they are
arriving and departing all the time. The people find all kinds of excuses for
putting the journey off to some vague future time -- and they miss the
opportunity to be carried by the power of God from death to new life; from the
misery of being estranged from God to the joy of being in union with God.
Though we may stand in the darkness of the "great divorce," the
Christmas Promise of God is that He will carry us into the light if only we are
willing to get on the bus.
20)
Jesus sells: One never tires of Jesus as a subject. The cover stories of
Time, Newsweek, and US News & World Report regularly mark His nativity. One
reason for featuring Him so often is that their circulation invariably increases.
Born twenty centuries ago, Jesus still sells. Mel Gibson broke all records with
his DVD of The Passion of the Christ. He sold nine million copies in three
weeks at $22 a clip. The first book published by Pope Benedict XVI is called
"Jesus of Nazareth." It quickly found a home on the Best Seller list
of The New York Times. Artists at their easels struggle to paint His portrait
again. Have you seen Andy Warhol's Nativity? Composers struggle to salute Him
with a fresh musical score. Will it ever be otherwise? I believe not. Tell
others of Jesus. But firstly allow Him to be born in you. He can't be born
again, but we can. (Fr. James Gilhooley)
22)
“But I did show up”: A story is told of an old woman who lived all
alone. Each year as Christmas drew near she would sigh and lament her
loneliness, wishing that some people would visit her. Since nobody would visit
her, she decided to pray to the baby Jesus and his mother requesting that they
pay her a visit. Finally the baby Jesus appeared to her in a dream and told her
that her prayer had been heard and that the Holy Family would visit her on
Christmas day. Oh, how excited she was! She began cleaning and polishing
everything in her house squeaky clean in preparation for the divine visitor.
She cooked her best dish and baked her best cake in readiness for the visit of
Jesus and his mother. Who knows, maybe if she pleased them well enough, they
might decide to stay on and live with her!
When
Christmas day finally arrived her house was squeaky clean. Everything was in
place to give her divine guests a befitting welcome. She sat by the door and
read a book, just to make sure the visitors would not have to ring the door
bell twice before she would open the door and let them in. It was a cold and
rainy day. At about noon she spotted a gypsy couple in the rain making their
way to her house. The man was dirty and disheveled. The thinly-clad woman was
nursing a baby who was crying in the rain. “Why can’t these gypsies just get a
decent job,” she said to herself. Then she screamed at them, “Turn back, turn
back immediately. Come another day if you like. Today, I am expecting very
important visitors.” The gypsy family turned back and left. The woman continued
to wait. She waited all day and no divine visitors showed up. At sunset she
fell asleep on the chair and there in her dream was Jesus. “Jesus,” she
screamed, “how could you disappoint me? You said you were coming to visit me
for Christmas and I waited all day and you never showed up.” “But I did show
up,” replied Jesus. I came with My father and mother in the rain and you turned
us away.”
23)
“Your God Is Too Small.” JB Phillips authored a book entitled Your God Is
Too Small. One of the great reasons for Advent is to celebrate the birth of
Jesus and explore the BIGNESS of our GREAT God. The irony of Christmas is this:
the bigness of God can be seen in a tiny baby. According to Paul in Colossians
1:15-23 this tiny baby is the dynamic, omniscient, omnipotent creator of the
universe!
Life
Messages
Christmas
is the feast of the Savior, the feast of Divine love and the feast of the
Emmanuel
1)
First, Christmas is the Feast of God’s sending us a Savior
The
Incarnation of Jesus as God-man to save us from the bondage of sin.
a)
The Hindu Scriptures describe ten incarnations of God “to restore righteousness
in the world whenever there is a large-scale erosion of moral values.”
b)
But the Christian Scriptures teach only one Incarnation and its purpose is
given in John 3: 16: “God so loved the world that he sent His only Son so that
every one who believes in Him may not die, but have eternal life.”
We
celebrate the Incarnation today as good news because we have a Divine Savior.
a)
As our Savior, Jesus liberated us from slavery to sin by his suffering, death
and resurrection, and he atoned for our sins.
b)
Every Christmas reminds us that we need a Savior to free us from our evil
addictions and unjust, impure and uncharitable tendencies.
2)
Secondly, Christmas is the Feast of God’s sharing His love with us
a)
Jesus, as our Savior, brought the “good news” that our God is a loving,
forgiving, merciful and rewarding God and not a judgmental, cruel and punishing
God.
b)
Jesus demonstrated by his life and teaching how God our heavenly Father loves
us, forgives us, and provides for us. All his miracles were signs of this
Divine Love. Jesus’ final demonstration of God’s love for us was his death on
the cross.
c)
Christmas reminds us that sharing love with others is our Christian duty and
every time we do that, Jesus is reborn in our lives. Let us face this question,
“What does it profit me if Jesus is born in thousands of cribs all over the
world and He is not born in my heart?”(Alexander Pope)
d)
Let us allow Jesus to be reborn in our hearts and lives every day as sharing
and selfless love, expressed in compassionate words and deeds, unconditional
forgiveness, the spirit of humble service and overflowing generosity.
3)
Thirdly, Christmas is the Feast of the Emmanuel (God living with us and within
us)
Christmas
is the feast of the Emmanuel because God in the New Testament is a God who
continues to live with us in all the events of our lives as the “Emmanuel”
announced by the angel to Mary.
a)
As Emmanuel, Jesus lives in the sacraments (especially in the Holy Eucharist),
in the Bible, in the praying community and in each believer as His Holy Spirit
transforms us into “Temples of the Holy Spirit.”
b)
Christmas reminds us that we are bearers of God with the missionary duty of
conveying Jesus to those around us by loving them as Jesus did, through
sacrificial, humble and committed service. Sharing with others Jesus, the
Emmanuel living within us, is to be our best Christmas gift today.