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Mass in the morningTuesday, December 24, 2019
End of Luke 1 The holy family is moving on, away from the attentions of Elizabeth and Zechariah and the months of Mary's preparation. These barely-grown-up Hebrew children who bear God's child turn down the path to Bethlehem, being from the house of David. Along with their relatives, they must travel days to sign their names in the presence of a Roman accountant. They must render to Caesar what is Caesar's. And to God, what is God's, because it is in the palm of God where they read their heritage and their future. Zechariah's words sing to them with every footstep. God "sets them free from the hand of their enemies, free to worship the LORD without fear, free to be holy and righteous in God's sight all the days of their lives." Can this be always, always true? Are we too indeed set free? I know I feel darkness in my dwelling place. I sense the shadow of death, never far from me. I am afraid. But Zechariah's words challenge these close illusions. The breath of this priest's sudden words strengthens my soul. My fears and schemes and desperate grasping hands, all these phantoms fade in the tenderness of God's promises. With a whisper, with a gentle touch, my father guides my feet onto the path of peace. My controlling spirit takes a step back today. My friend speaks of choosing happiness rather than getting her own way, even when her own way matters. She just needs a moment. I hear her, I learn from her, I can make that choice myself. The armor of the Lord is never designed to protect my ego, but my spirit. On this day we can wait together beneath the tent first of sun, then stars. Outside the little town of Bethlehem, we sit together on the cold ground, that ancient dust from which we came, and share our own sweet stories of God's compassion, the gift that rests on all of us, in time and time, forever more. Above our deep and dreamless sleep, your silent stars go by. But in our dark streets, shining, your everlasting light, our hopes and dreams, of all the years, are met in thee ... tonight. And on a somewhat different note, you might like to watch 4 or so minutes of the best Christmas pageant ever (to steal a phrase), from Southland Christian Church in Kentucky: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suowe2czxcA |