My neighborhood, although diverse in cultures, is well-blessed with wreathes on the front doors. Evidently the wreath–with or without ornamentation–is a beacon of hospitality for many cultures. The Days of Christmas have long been considered a time to visit friends & family; at the end of a sleighride “there’s a happy feeling nothing in this world can buy When they pass around the coffee and the pumpkin pie.” Those of Latin heritage may have observed “La Posada”, a pageant about questing for hospitality. We yearn to come in from the cold, and are blessed by those who will welcome the traveler. Lessons for this weekend center on “God’s House”, and re-echo the Christmas message of God coming to live with us.
Early in the story of Samuel (I 2:18-20,26) we learn that this long-awaited son has been placed in the service of Eli, the High Priest. His parents, Elkanah & Hannah, were delighted to see him “ministering before the Lord”; we don’t know his exact duties, but prime among them was to observe and assimilate the holy functions of God’s House. Folks at that time thought that God was limited to a specific place.
The Letter to the Colossians (3:12-17) presents a more nimble deity: “Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly…” By the first years after the first Christmas, believers began to accept that the Incarnation/Nativity event was to remove God from any human cages and allow Christ some elbow room in our daily lives. The ChristChild claims precedence in “WHATEVER you do, in word or deed…”
Luke’s Gospel, 2:41-52, is more about Mary than it is about Jesus. She and Joseph had been looking for Jesus in all the wrong places! Finally they find him in the Temple, observing and assimilating the holy functions of God’s House–did I say that before? The narrative says that “when his parents saw him they were astonished”–I bet they were! Well, of course; where did you expect him to be? Jesus spent his narrated ministry trying to convince people that his Father’s house was anywhere HE was, and that God really itched to escape popular confinement.
Some you meet today will be starry-eyed from the message of the angels and the richness of Nativity music old & new. Others may well be glassy-eyed from the hustle of gift-giving and the holiday rituals which have somehow fallen short of what we think we remember… All of these will be yearning for hospitality, a warm spot where they have permission to unburden their hopes and fears. The sanctuary, the safe spot, is with US: I pray that the marvel of Christmas has built an altar within you to focus the prayers and praises of all the world nearby…
God Bless Us, Every One Horace Brown King
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