Wednesday, 24 December 2008

It's a Boy! A Christmas eve homily

A sermon by Kim Fabricius

It’s a boy! A tiny mite of a creature with slick black hair, swarthy face, dark brown eyes, squinting, adjusting to the light in the shock and wonder at suddenly being thrown into the back of beyond, and – what always gets you the most – those perfectly formed little fingers and toes. He’s crying. But what’s the matter? Cold? Hunger? Wind? Wet? You hug him and, by trial and error, you try to find out. He is certainly helpless but he is hardly passive, and he demands your attention, shamelessly.

Does this little one care about who you are, about your sex, sexuality, politics, or even whether you believe in God, or what God you believe in? No, he reaches out, unquestioningly, to you in your elemental humanity. He wants only your tenderness, moist like cattle breath, warm like straw.

This baby happens to be Jewish, but he is not bothered if you are Roman or Samaritan, would not be bothered if you are Palestinian, Welsh, or even American, and he will soon be visited by three pagan strangers from what is present-day Iraq. Some shepherds will also pop in to see him, but their lowly occupation and status are of no concern to him either. His mother happens to be an unmarried teenaged peasant, but it would make no difference if she’d been wed in a temple and had more silver than sense. And all the people attendant on his birth – they have their own backgrounds and social standing, and they bring to the stable their own complicated personal histories. They also, no doubt, have questions on their minds, unresolved issues in their lives, and they certainly have their share of muddles, hang-ups, self-deceptions, and sins. But he doesn’t mind. Their cuddles are all that he requires.

Soon this baby will begin to grow up. A king will try to kill him, and he will become an unwelcome asylum seeker and refugee on the run. At the age of twelve he will run away from home. He will be a constant worry to his parents. He will have radical and disturbing ideas about his identity, vocation, and destiny. He will quit the family business and hang out with an odd circle of friends. He will mix with very dubious characters, including prostitutes and terrorists, and he will get into big, big trouble. He will challenge received readings of his own scriptures and traditions. He will confront the powerful with an unyielding will, a fierce tongue, and a turn of the cheek. His family will as much as disown him, his friends will desert him, his foes will finally destroy him. But all that lies in the future. Today, like all babies, he’s an innocent and a sign of hope, and he “penetrates my deafness”, not with his message, but “with his loud crying” (Augustine).

In the more distant future he will spawn a new religion, and this religion will spread and encompass the globe. It will also divide into denominations and sects, parties and wings, with pompous leaders and petty followers, and his name will be deployed as a shibboleth to condemn and exclude, and brandished as a weapon to wage wars and crusades, quite out of keeping with the disarming child who bears it. But not today. Today the boy is neither the focus of a faith nor a justification for violence, and his name is as common as Gareth in Wales. He is just like any other infant, both nothing special and seven pounds of miracle. Today he cannot be used for anything, particularly to endorse our own agenda. Today he just lies there, wiggling.

As for me, today I bring you good news about the God disclosed in this child, who happens to be the Word made flesh, the “little Word,” as St. Bernard called him. He has no time for religious fuss, he gives no points for moral rectitude, he is oblivious to all our other divisive cultural constructions, and he would not know theological correctness if it pulled down his nappy and smacked him on the bum. All – all – are welcome at the manger. He simply wants you to come as you are and to be there with him. All very natural, because although there is another world, you will find it nowhere else but hidden in this one.

Yet if you feel moved to worship, and if you really want to bless this child’s little heart, let your praise be your deepest longings, your prayer unselfconscious attention, your hymn the simplest of lullabies, and your offering – whoever you happen to be.

10 Comments:

Stephen Barkley said...

Beautiful and inspiring. Especially having just left Walmart on Dec 24th.

Thank you and Merry Christmas.

steve martin said...

Great homily!

Thanks for being a bold underline of that Word made flesh!

Merry Christmas!

Anonymous said...

You first couple of paragraphs left me with a vision of a bobbing Jesus on a dashboard. Sorry.

michael jensen said...

Genuine question (not carping): Does it kinda undermine your 'Jesus against the church' spin to then quote Augustine and Bernard?

kim fabricius said...

Augustine: "The church is a whore - but she's my mother."

saint egregious said...

That's possibly one of the ugliest and most problematic quotes I've ever seen. I take heart that it has not yet been definitively attributed to Auggie Doggie.
Given the madonna/whore complex, it creates more problems than it solves.
Merry XXXmas?

kim fabricius said...

Whoever said it, it's a good quote, worthy of Augustine. More prosaically, how about Luther's simul, ecclesially understood? In any case, we are well off the res of the homily.

Merry Christmas!

Anonymous said...

He would also warn about the judgment to come, and a very real hell, not deconstructed nor exegeted away. Yes, this all came through the one found initially in a manger.

Matt

S. Coulter said...

Is it strictly accurate to say that the infant Jesus' mother was unwed? I can't claim to be an expert on how 1st century Jewish matrimonial custom worked.

Tony said...

No Jesus without the Church, no Church without Jesus. That was the way Jesus wanted it. The Jesus vs Church, understandable in some way, nevertheless is way off the evangelical truth. Fabricius can say what he says BECAUSE there is a Church, whore and mother, who nevertheless, ineptly and bungling at times, who HANDS ON the truth of the WORD MADE FLESH...

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