Sunday, December 18, 2016

When Half Spent Was the Night

Lo How a Rose, E’er Blooming
December 18, 2016
Chatfield UMC
Rev. Debra Jene Collum

The confirmation students have been learning a little bit about the reality of the Christmas story. For example, they know or at least have been taught that December 25 as the date of Jesus birth is a conjecture not a historical fact.

We don’t know when in the calendar year Jesus was born. It could have been August. Then our Christmas songs would have to sound more like the ones that are sung in Australia or Africa. Like this one from Australia:

Christmas where the Gum Tree Grows
Christmas where the gum trees grow
There is no frost and there is no snow
Christmas in Australia's hot
Cold and frosty is what it's not
When the bloom of the jacaranda tree is here
Christmas time is near. 

The December date was chosen by the western church as a way to incorporate Christmas celebrations into long standing pagan celebrations of bringing light back from the darkness of a winter season.  There is no proof that this is when the birth happened.

So when we sing the hymns of the season that imply that Jesus’ birth happened in the midst of winter we know that we are singing metaphorically.
And yet, even though Christmas is celebrated world wide, there is something about Jesus being born in the midst of a cold night that seems right somehow.

Because something else the youth are learning about the way the birth story of Jesus is told is that it is about being born into poverty. Even though we believe and proclaim that Jesus was the new born King. Jesus, in contrast to all the other kings in the world, was born in a dirty shed. Imagine your sheds. Even your nicest sheds. Would you want any baby born in that place? Let alone the son of God. Let alone the newborn King?
I am reminded of another song. This one by Elvis:

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto

Not the place where a king is usually born.

But for the savior of the world who is coming to save all the little babies born in all sorts of places, 

  • sterile hospitals in suburbs of America, 
  • villages in Africa, 
  • war torn hospitals in Aleppo, 
  • ghettos in Chicago;

a dirty shed is the perfect place. For if God could come out of a dirty shed, if salvation can come out of the dung heaps and smelly corners of a borrowed shed, then this is a God who is with us.

In the beautiful hymn: O how a rose e’er blooming we sing:

It came, a flower bright, amid the cold of winter,
when half spent was the night.

When half spent was the night could mean literally when the night was half over. But it could, and I think it does mean, when we were in the midst of our own dirty sheds in the middle of the night sort of life. When we are in the midst of suffering. Whether minor or major suffering, Jesus came in the midst of it. Not to end it or to cure it or to get rid of it but to live into it with us.

Jesus coming to earth as a king born in a barn was not about power but presence.

And that is the sort of ruler we really need. One who will be with us:
know us in our struggles, work with us in figuring out the solutions, help us find the resources that we need to grow and change and become exactly who we are created to be.

I read this story about Steve Jobs which I had never heard. Steve Jobs was the founder of Apple Computing.
Job’s parents wanted him to be raised in the Christian faith so they started attending a Lutheran church with some regularity. At age thirteen, Jobs went to see the pastor, and in his hand was the latest cover of Life magazine, from July 12 1969. On the cover were two starving children, victims of the ongoing war in Biafra, against Nigeria.

He asked the pastor, “If I hold up my fingers, does God know how many fingers I’m about to hold up?” And the pastor said, “Yes, God knows everything.” Then Jobs shoed the pastor the cover. “Then does God know about this, and what’s going to happen to these children?”
The pastor stammered around with some answers: yes, he finally said, God knows. We don’t understand that kind of thing The jobs announced that he didn’t want to have anything to do with any kind of religion that believes in a God like that. And he never stepped food in a church again.

Now we may be tempted to be like Steve Jobs, to say, if God won’t intervene then I don’t want anything to do with a God like that.
But what I wish the pastor would have said was: God didn’t create this crisis. We did. Our compliancy and complicacy created a place where children can starve to death in the midst of war.
Yet, even in the midst of war, starvation, school shootings, Aleppo, Nigeria, the United States, any chaos and crisis, 
God is there. God is there.
God is with us.
And because God is with us we are able to stand up against the chaos and crisis of our world today.
Because we will never walk into a crisis in which God is absent.
We will never experience chaos in which God is absent.
We will never be separated from the love of God.
Never.

This is the power of the story of Jesus.

So the question isn’t: where is God in this crisis and chaos. God is there.
The question should be where is the church? 
Where are we?

Not why does God allow this to happen? What does the church allow this to happen?

Now, here’s the thing. This baby that we are eagerly waited for came to us, grew up and became our savior. He also became our prophet and cheerleader.
And he said to the church that was forming around him, “the gates of hell itself will not, can not prevail against you.” Matthew 16:18
Jesus said to Peter: “upon this rock I am building my church and the forces of all evil cannot prevail against it.”

So why are we afraid of crisis and chaos? And why do we wring our hands and ask questions like: where is God?

When the question should be: what can we do?

What we should be saying is:
We are here! God is on our side! We are here! We will battle against hell and all its forces!

And where is hell?
Anywhere God’s love is not being fully experienced. 
Anywhere God’s love is not being fully experienced.
Let me say that one more time:
Anywhere God’s love is not being fully experienced.

For Steve Jobs the cover of Life in 1969 revealed hell to him and he simply needed to know that God was there.
While we watch Aleppo burn we need to hear: God is there. In the midst of that hell God is there. And we see that in the relief efforts of the white helmet rescuers who go into the rubble day after day digging with their hands, pulling babies out of the collapsed buildings. https://www.whitehelmets.org/en?source=uw1

But right here in our backyard; hell is here
Anywhere a child doesn’t have enough food to eat.
Anywhere a family doesn’t have enough money for heat
Anywhere a corporation builds its wealth on the backs of the poor
Anywhere a person can’t get a job or have access to quality health care or can’t read.

What sort of hell, what sort of half spent night do we see around us? We have already shown light into some of the dark places in our world. But let us not become complacent or compliant. Let us wield the power of God with us against all forms of hell and evil.
For while Jesus was born into a dark and evil world; he was born to bring light. 
And we are the light of the world.





















[1] Story and some thoughts taken from the book: Songs for the Waiting by Magrey Devega

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