The
Work of Christmas Begins
The beautiful music and the spell binding words spoken
during our Christmas Eve Service are still singing in my imagination. Howard Thurman’s Life Is Saved by the Singing of Angels rings true; “There must be
always remaining in everyone’s life some place for the singing of angels – some
place for that which in itself is breathlessly beautiful and by an inherent
prerogative, throwing all the rest of life into a new and creative
relatedness.”
Thank you to everyone who contributed: most especially
Dan Franklin and Terry Yokota who did the layout and design for our incredibly
beautiful order of service; also our choir and director Joel Knapp, along with
accompanist Earl Naylor; the readers this year who were excellent, the Hunter
family, T.J., Catherine and Daniel at 4:00 and the Grimm-Howell family, George,
Betsy, Owen and Meredith at 6:00. And
also the other priestly looking fellow wearing the long dark academic robe,
John Knoll as worship assistant, Chair of our Worship Arts Committee.
I love our Christmas Eve service in the way it stands
apart from our usual Sunday services, unabashedly immersed in the poetic images
of the Christmas story. When I reflect
on the significance of that story and religious language in general, I imagine
religion as a magical mirror in which is reflected that which we love most, our
own essence, what Paul Tillich described as one’s own sense of ultimate reality
What Christmas affirms is the divinity of human
beings, the sacred character of their values, the perfection of their bodies,
the goodness of living - to eat - to hear - to smell - to see. What happens at Christmas is that in dreams
we see real things in the magic splendor of imagination and fantasy, instead of
the simple daylight of reality and necessity.
Christmas does not reveal a sacred world from the other side of reality,
Christmas is a revelation and transfiguration of what exists on this side.
Christmas celebrates the Christian mystery of the incarnation
of the divine and most surprisingly, the deepest paradoxical secret of
Christmas, is atheism. In the Christmas
Eve reading, The Word Became Flesh,
Rebecca Parker writes “You have to know your body as the home of God. And this is the purpose of Christmas . . . This
is the key to the mystery, The Word became Flesh. We are the dwelling place. Now:
How will you live?”
Christmas is a magic mirror and we shall only be able
to recognize ourselves, in the image in the mirror, if we know that, in truth, there
is actually no one within it. We shall
only be able to recognize ourselves in our ideas of God if we know there is no
such God at all. That we are each the
only absolute and central point around which all meaning constellates. We are ourselves the dwelling place of the
divine imagination.
The meaning of Christmas and the Christian faith is
hidden from those believers who persist in naively dreaming in religious
illusions, “not woke” they do not understand their dream. And thus, for them, religion is preserved as
a dream. But for those of us who understand, “The Word Became Flesh – We are
the dwelling place,” God disappears: heaven
becomes earth, what was up there re-appears out there ahead, as the future.
And the images that religion took to be portraits of the most beautiful
and most perfect being are instead seen as constituting a horizon of hope on
which people spread their desires, the utopia of society in which the present
is magically and miraculously metamorphosed by the person who breaks the chains
to pluck the flower, not because of pressures from the outside, but in response
to the dreams that come from inside. And
behind the myth and rituals, the carols and scripture, we can perceive the
contours, tenuous though they be, of those who await a new world, a new
body. And their religious dreams are
transformed into utopian pieces of a new world order to be built.
The Work of Christmas
When the song of the
angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky
is gone,
When the kings and
princes are home,
When the shepherds are
back with their flock,
The work of Christmas
begins.
to find the lost,
to heal the broken,
to feed the hungry,
to release the prisoner,
to rebuild the nations,
to bring peace among the
brothers and sisters,
to make music in the
heart.
Gary