Xmas- a message, David B. Weber, November 25, 2012

John 13:34-35   34 “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. 35 By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”

This command was made by Jesus on the night before his arrest, the day before his trial and crucifixion. His disciples were gathered with him in the Upper Room. A bit earlier he had demonstrated to them the radical notion that Love was not only a noun, but a verb. He did that by washing their feet- the lowest task that could be imagined by anyone at the time.

Now, he had begun to tell them specifically about what would be happening in the coming hours. He knew the game was on. He knew there was a conspirator in their midst. He knew the end was soon coming.

These are last hour instructions, the summation of everything the disciples have heard Jesus say during the last 2-3 years. “Remember me” he has said over and over as he served them their Last Supper together. Remember what you have seen and what you have heard; go and do likewise.

“Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.”

“If you love one another..everyone will know you are my disciples.”

The Way behind Jesus, the path upon which he invited, and invites, his disciples to follow him, is simple: Love God, and love your neighbor.

It is so simple, but it is also dangerous. It takes a great deal of self-denial and humility. It takes a willingness to give time, give resources, and give that which seems most elusive at times- hope. It takes courage.

That “substance” of being disciple has been redefined by those who, and I will say it straight out: The substance of being a disciple has been replaced, redefined, and reworked by those who want to be disciples but do not have the courage.

They do not have the courage to wash feet- to do the dirty, humiliating, hands-on work that Jesus demonstrated was necessary again and again.

They do not have the courage to see the person in need, pick him up from the ditch, pay for his care, then offer the caretaker more when he returns nor stand between a woman in trouble and hypocritical bullies ready to throw rocks.

And we are about to see what has become a yearly onslaught by those tip-toeing, fearful wannabe disciples, as the Xmas season begins. We are about to see the difficult substance of being a follower of Jesus denigrated,  as the form of Being Christian- the words about being a Christian- are lifted up as

The. Most. Important. Thing.

Form over Substance.

An easy, outward and very visible example: The use of the X in the word “Xmas.”  I remember my aunts fussing about this one Xmas decades ago, and it was something which I then took on as a personal crusade, even as a kid. It seemed dishonoring of Christ, to replace him with an X.

But then, years later, I learned that following Christ was not about words, or form, it was about doing, and being, and following. Here’s what else I learned:

X is the Greek letter Chi. It is the first letter of the word “Christ.” It began to be used early on by those hundreds of stenographers who laboriously copied the manuscripts of Matthew, Mark, Luke John, Paul, and many others of the early church fathers.

X was also rumored to mark the meeting places in the Roman catacombs where believers and followers of The Way would gather. These were largely illiterate folks, remember. With every X they scratched on the wall of a catacomb they were honoring their Savior, as they were when they would trace Xs in the dirt with their feet when meeting others along Roman roads. Oddly, every time I write the Chi- the X- I feel like I am in a tiny way honoring those many, many illiterate peasants and others, who moved Christ through those first centuries with their stories, their presence, their deeds, and their gatherings together in times which demanded real and raw courage.

X was such a commonly used name for Christ that Constantine, in the year 325, the year he proclaimed the Roman Empire to be the Holy Roman Empire, took the Chi, added a Rho- C,R- and made it into a symbol on his soldier’s shields and flags. An unfortunate day in Christian history, perhaps, but not one which meant to dishonor the Christ at all! Later, in the 1500s, X enjoyed something of a revival when movable type began to be used- the Gutenberg and other presses, you know? Since every single letter of a document or page had to be carved out of wood or fashioned from rock or metal, it became desirable for printers, whenever possible, to shorten words, a kind of printed shorthand. There are many instances, for instance of the The Lord’s prayer and other familiar texts being printed without vowels to save tremendous labor.

How is X-M-A-S pronounced? It has always been pronounced “Christmas.” “Christmas” itself is a slightly shortened version of “Christ’s Mass”- Mass, a worship service.

X is not dishonoring. It is traditional. It does not make Christ any less holy than do the letters C H R I S T, which are also merely symbols that are used to communicate the person and office of Jesus the Christ.

But this is only one tiny however obvious element of faith that those who celebrate form over substance will quibble with. Words- the proper use of words seems to reign supreme in the religion of many. It is, after all, so much easier to talk about words, than it is to allow oneself to be transformed by the Word made flesh, and lying in a feed trough in a stable. It is so much easier to talk about how much you love Jesus than it is to do something, anything, sacrificially to help a neighbor in need.

“The War on Christmas” is another headline and argument that is evidence of the superficiality of the religion of many. “Merry Christmas” versus “Happy Holidays” becomes the significant theological and spiritual benchmark as people seek to measure the “Christianity” of others.

Two years ago, a major Dallas Church established the Grinchalert. com website where people could tattle on various businesses that weren’t using the right words, the right holy-sounding words in the conduct of their business. Consumers could write into the site and express their outrage or pleasure over how they had been spoken to or how they felt while doing business. They could label their experiences as “Naughty” or “nice.”

I quote from the Dallas Morning News: “The comments come from not only Texas but nationwide. A resident in Tulsa commented that the city voted to change the name of its Christmas parade to Holiday Parade of Lights. So Tulsa’s on the naughty list.

So are Sears and K-Mart in Grand Junction, Colo., because employees say “Happy Holidays” and not “Merry Christmas” when selling Christmas trees.

Target made both the naughty and nice lists. One shopper disliked the lack of items with religious references to Christmas. [Naughty] But another shopper from Appleton, Wis., commented that Target displayed large “Merry Christmas” signs above the checkout lines.” [Nice]

Unquote. Oh my.

“Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.”

One might ask, “Where’s the love?” in such a website, such an outward, silly, potentially unfair, and distracting endeavor? And it’s a good question. My answer is that there is no love at all to be found, except for the veneer thin love of right-sounding words.

OK, so what  is the substance of Xmas, then? If substance is far far far more important than form, what is the meaning, the substance, of Xmas?

The substance of Xmas is the same substance that should fill every day- Thanksgiving, The fourth of July, Labor Day, the first, second, and 83rd days of summer, Election Day, and our birthdays- all of them. The substance is the human manifestation of the divine, a manifestation which Jesus revealed, then went on to further reveal could be manifested in each person who followed him.

He was born a baby, not an angel. He grew up as a child, a child who had some inkling of his Father’s business, as he said, but as a child who played, laughed, depended on his parents, became an adult, and learned. Just like the rest of us. He had a job, observed all the outward forms of his Jewish faith- Bar Mitzvah, Sabbath prayers, Passover- and then, one day, after hearing the preaching of his cousin John the Baptist, woke up.

He awakened to his Christ-ness, his role, his full humanity and his full divinity. He fought that role in the wilderness, but overcame the very real opportunity he had to retreat into the easy and popular choices available to him. Instead, he moved into the world, for the world.

As the Apostle Paul would later write, day by day he took on the form of a servant, eventually becoming that highest form of a servant- one who washes feet- one who puts all others ahead of himself, one who would go so far as to serve a meal to his betrayers. And then beyond.

Beyond.

He called others to follow him, and frustrating as it must have been, he allowed them- his disciples- to keep following him even as they continually fell back into their own cultural biases of pride seeking, judgment, discrimination, and jealousy.

He reached through his own barriers of prejudice toward those who were unwanted, unlovable, and unknown to all but his father. He said, “Love God” and then showed those disciples how to do that by loving your neighbor in the same breath.

He scorned those who were obsessed with form: “You whitewashed tombs,”  he called them, “so beautiful on the outside, but full of dead men’s bones on the inside.” But he loved them anyway, even the ones who would try him, condemn him, nail him, stab him, taunt him, and be glad when he was finally dead so they could go home.

He died in perfect and ultimate servanthood.

That’s the substance.

X marks the spot. X is the mark on each of his disciples, imperfect though they and we are. X is our call to celebrate, not denigrate. X is our call to include, not separate. X is our reason for being, all the time. Not just for this season or any season.

So, Happy Holidays! And..

Merry Xmas.

 

40 Days of Lent: On the Road Again with Jesus, Day 2

The Wilderness is something which few of us have ever encountered. Yet the Wilderness is a critical and important starting point in the story of Jesus as he moved from his construction business into a traveling, itinerant ministry and as he moved from waiting and preparing to moving forward and doing.

It was in the Wilderness that John the baptizer appeared in anticipation of Jesus’ arrival. (Matthew 3: 1-3) And after Jesus had arrived and been baptized there, it was on to yet another Wilderness that Jesus was led for spiritual nurturing and maturing. (Matthew 4:1) So, according to these two citations, the Wilderness is conducive to discovering, knowing, and learning to follow God better.

Most people would say the opposite. We like padded pews, the coffee on, and the thermostat set at a perfect 72 degrees, with no drafts! It even becomes possible, after so much such pampering, to mistake familiarity and comfort themselves for God. And if I am controlling my environment, if I have been able to successfully tame my environment, and remove all impediments to my personal safety from my environment, then what does that make me? I become kind of my own God in that case: God(me) and God (the pleasant and harmless environment)) and God (the status quo).

A god in three parts, blessed (perverse) trinity!

Thus, the need for Wilderness. The unpredictability of that which is wild reminds us that we are not in ultimate control- not at all. The real world in which humans live does, in fact, have sharp edges: tsunamis, tornados, and tooth decay among many others. The Wilderness doesn’t merely remind us that we are one part of a much larger and complicatedly inter-related scenario, it forces us to act within that scenario, or die. The Wilderness, in short, gives us many (infinitely many more) opportunities to discover God and God’s Continuing Creation, and our part in that Continuance, than any thermostat ever will.

Behind the noise of the familiar, even beyond the endless noise of our yapping egos, there is the voice of He/She/That Which will whisper in our ears, and in our hearts, “Beloved..”

On the Road Again with Jesus, Day One

The lectionary for Lent,  and all Lenten devotionals I have ever seen,  follow Jesus from his baptism at the River Jordan all the way to the cross. It a journey, a road..ok? And we’re going on the road (again) with Jesus, so let’s  let Willy sing us into the mood:

“On the road again

Goin’ places that I’ve never been

Seein’ things that I may never see again

And I can’t wait to get on the road again..”

I’ll walk along the edge of the road, listening for and watching Jesus scripturally, while I look for junk in the ditch curiously. Jesus looked for junk in the ditch, too, and found it- because he was looking for it! “Junk” in religious law at the time of Jesus included human junk, unclean and not-to be-touched! Jesus found, and spoke about, and DID SOMETHING ABOUT junk that others didn’t want to see, or chose to step around- like a bloody man in the ditch. Or a woman who the men in town could tsk tsk tsk their pointy- nosed morality over, before they picked up stones to smash her skull in- so that she would know they were serious! Or junk like the crazy man out by the reservoir who lived with pigs.

“Goin places that I’ve never been..”

The more I walk behind and just off to the side of Jesus, and the older I get, the less time I want to spend being polite, or nice, or doctrinally protected by layers and layers of cushy meaninglessness. I might embarrass myself, or you- sorry! But I promise to do my best to talk/write about Jesus, the 1st century rabbi, who went sideways across the grain of the status quo, and showed us, if we have the courage to look, how to love. How to survive. And- most importantly- how to do those two things on behalf of others.  So I promise not to embarrass Jesus. But if I do, I figure forgiveness will be forthcoming.

“Seein’ things that I may never see again..”

When Jesus said, “blessed are the poor in spirit” he was talking about that drunk who just came into her first AA meeting ever, smelling of Pabst Blue Ribbon and vomit, and cried “Help me!” before passing out. You know that, yes? And he was talking about that young man who escaped from a years-long story of abuse in church and swore he would never set foot in such a place again and never will, but who watches the world in wonder and awe anyway. Him, too: “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of God.”

I can’t wait to get on the road again.

March 14..John 20:15-18

John 20: 15-18

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"Woman," he said, "why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?"
      Thinking he was the gardener, she said, "Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him."

16Jesus said to her, "Mary."
      She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, "Rabboni!" (which means Teacher).

17Jesus said, "Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet returned to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am returning to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’ "

18Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news: "I have seen the Lord!" And she told them that he had said these things to her.

Lectio (taking a bite):What I said yesterday about the gardener.. :)

What is the deal with translating Rabboni? Why use it instead of Teacher in the first place?

“Do not hold onto me..” Hmmm..

Meditatio (chewing on the story): There are a number of smaller mysteries within this larger Mystery of the resurrection, and I (and probably others) default to immediately trying to decode or solve those mysteries. I’m wanting to go to specific reference books and commentaries. But, while those references could tell me cultural information that might prove relevant to much scripture, it probably would not help much here.

John was writing down a story that had also been been told by many others. In this story for instance, he is reliant on Mary, or someone who knew Mary’s story, for information. Stories get told, and are heard, but not laboriously studied. They rejected or accepted and when they are accepted it with all of the accompanying incongruities, inconsistencies, and illogicalities.

We are used to arguments- where one side or the other “wins.” The whole “industry” of scriptural apologetics speaks to this human proclivity. Whoever piles on the most “facts” “wins.”

If we are to follow Jesus, then I (for one) am willing to follow both Jesus or the gardener in whom the spirit of Jesus dwells. I am willing to follow Mary in whom the spirit of Jesus dwells. Initially, the gardener will look like a gardener and  Mary will look like Mary, but when the speak my name I will hear it  way that they are sharing a voice with another.

Oratio (savoring the essence): The essence of these few paragraphs- the part of this scripture which “tastes” best, is the spicy, intriguing weirdness of it. I love that Jesus Christ has become Gardener Christ and Mary Christ (Ok, yesterday I opened a door of wild speculation which I am comfortable enough with today that I am keeping it open.) These are the first two pieces in the complex body of Christ which now has existed through time and geographical space.

Contemplatio (digesting the word and allowing it to nurture the body): Jesus was the word made flesh. So also became the gardener and Mary- because of Jesus! So I have also become, because of Jesus and the gardener and Mary and, and, and, and, and, millions of others. We are the Body of Christ. And, I daresay, that Body also includes people who don’t know Jesus’ name.

*‘ ‘The Risen Christ with the Two Marys in the Garden Of Joseph of Aramathea’, lliam Holman Hunt (1827-1910) . This is NOT a favorite painting of mine, however it does demonstrate the desire that so many have to somehow express this story- this story that defies logical thinking. Artists are sometimes best prepared to do this.

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Even not-so-good artists try to do this.

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and here’s one of my least favorite Easter songs in a very odd presentation..

March 13..John 20:10-14

John 20:10-14

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10.Then the disciples went back to their homes, 11but Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb 12and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot.

13They asked her, "Woman, why are you crying?"

   "They have taken my Lord away," she said, "and I don’t know where they have put him." 14At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus.

Lectio (taking a bite): I become very focused of late on how the original writing was done: did the author (named John) do interviews? was he there watching over everybodys’ shoulders? was it automatic writing (as the spiritualists call it)?

How, in the final analysis, did Mary know she’s seen angels? and isn’t verse 14 surely one of the oddest sentences, in both content and structure? (The sentence does lend credibility to the possibility that John did interviews in building this gospel.)

Meditatio (chewing on the story): It’s fascinating that the disciples went back to their homes. Wouldn’t this place where the body is missing be the place to be? Yes, unless the disciples were still frightened- still waiting for the raid on their compound to take place- still afraid that Jesus’ fate was a preview of their own. If that is so, Mary’s continuing presence is all the more powerful. Her focus is not on her Self; it is on the Christ (although she is still looking for Jesus). She has decreased, while Christ has increased (John the Baptist’s prophetic words).

Oratio (savoring the essence): Mary really expected to see the Jesus she had known so well. She had played him over and over in her mind. Even in death, she knew what he would look like. Of course, she did not expect to see him as he had been alive, at all. So when she saw the person formerly known as Jesus, now the Christ, she didn’t recognize him. There is a theory that says we cannot perceive what we don’t have the imagination or experience to perceive; I don’t remember the name of that theory, but it seems (possibly) to apply here. It would have been, in other words, impossible for Mary to see anything but the resuscitated body of Jesus. It would have been impossible for her to see the resurrected person of Christ. (and since we’re asking hard questions here- would Jesus at this point have been naked, and- if not- whose clothes would he have been wearing? If he was wearing clothes from the lawn service company, then no wonder she didn’t recognize him!

Contemplatio (digesting the word and allowing it to nurture the body): Remember Matthew 25- “I was hungry and you fed me”? I’m wondering if Mary didn’t actually see both the gardener and and Jesus at the same time? And not as two people but as one person: the gardener blasted by the resurrected presence of the Christ. The gardener as a new creature (behold!). The gardener- the first to come near the resurrected Christ and subsequently be seen by God as God sees God’s son himself. (Which is what Paul said was happening to all these ‘new creatures’ running around!)

Bear with me here, and I know this is thinking that is about as far into left field as it can possibly be, and I don’t think I’ve ever run across this explanation before. But, here’s where sacred reading today has brought me: not into someone else’s answers, but deeper into the Mystery which is God. I’m farther down the formerly untrod portion of the path behind the Christ. Along with the gardener who is now seen as Jesus by the Father, and Mary who is now seen by the Father as Jesus. And along with you, too

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**artist’s card by obsessive creative flickr.com/photos/34954438@N08/3357299662/

March 12..John 20:1-8

John 20:1-8 (New Living Translation)

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1 Early on Sunday morning,while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance. 2 She ran and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved. She said, “They have taken the Lord’s body out of the tomb, and we don’t know where they have put him!” 3 Peter and the other disciple started out for the tomb. 4 They were both running, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first. 5 He stooped and looked in and saw the linen wrappings lying there, but he didn’t go in. 6 Then Simon Peter arrived and went inside. He also noticed the linen wrappings lying there, 7 while the cloth that had covered Jesus’ head was folded up and lying apart from the other wrappings. 8 Then the disciple who had reached the tomb first also went in, and he saw and believed—

Lectio (taking a bite):coming, finding, running, stooping, seeing, believing..lots of action here. Quick movements. Bursts of action.

I’m always a bit amused by the cloth involved here- the linens just lying there, but the head wrapping set apart and folded. Who’s doing the folding? And why is the “not going in” then the “going in” important for John to point out? Is this because he is a craftsman with the story- because he is no mere reporter?

Meditatio (chewing on the story): This piece leaves me out of breath with all the quick moving around. I think that is a mark of John’s skill. John is moving us, physically and emotionally with these words. From Mary’s confusion and excitement to Peter’s newfound bravado and curiosity, John is throwing his readers back and forth in this scene. It’s messy and invigorating, confusing and revealing, noisy and quiet. A pile of linen strips, and a neatly folded burial cloth.

Oratio (savoring the essence): It’s confusing and reassuring. It’s all of those things mentioned above  and it makes no sense while it is, at the same time, calming. Word made flesh made word and where does Word stop and flesh begin and that it the point here. It’s not about Jesus now Christ only; it is also about Mary now Christ, and Peter now Christ, and John now Christ, and the reader………..(I realize that all I’ve just written is outside the boundaries of logic and narrow Western definitions. But look at the story we’re dealing with! It is an explosion of contradictions and ideas that are so far outside bounds of normalcy that my Aha! thoughts pale like folded linens against these colors with no names and the off-the-scale music of this music of the spheres!)

Contemplatio (digesting the word and allowing it to nurture the body): The stories of Jesus are not written in the black and white of either/or. They were spoken- first- in the language of human exhultation, then written down in the poetry of profundity. Yes, John would say, this is exactly how it happened; this is exactly how I remember it! And I can/must try to read it with John’s eyes from inside of John’s heart.

* “Peter and John running to the tomb of Christ”, by Eugene Burnand (1850 – 1921)

March 10..John 15:9-11

John 15:9-11

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9As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love. 10If you obey my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have obeyed my Father’s commands and remain in his love. 11I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete.

Lectio (taking a bite):love, love, love, love, love: one of the easiest words about Jesus to say; I think if the word got acted on 1% of the times it gets spoken, we’d be a pretty cool planet. Jesus obeyed his father’s commands (he says), and asks to obey his commands. And they are: Love God and love your neighbor. Not love God then your neighbor, but God and neighbor: simultaneously.

Meditatio (chewing on the story): Now, since I can’t see touch hear taste or smell God (despite what others may be pretending about their own sensory abilities) then perhaps- perhaps?- to love God is to love one’s neighbor? One and the same, maybe? Absolutely it is easier to stand in front of the altar or jump around in front of the altar and shout “I love God!” But- watch Jesus: there he goes again toward more lepers, and toward that mob with the rocks, and toward that slobbering demoniac, and near and sitting down with those damn tax collectors! Harumphh! You’d never catch me acting that…oh wait. Uh-oh. Maybe that’s how Jesus loved his father, who he couldn’t see touch hear taste or smell, either. (Yikes..)

Oratio (savoring the essence): Jesus told his disciples this so that HIS joy would be in them.When he is able to share himself, he is joyful.To be full of himself would have been , for Jesus, painful in some ways. For Jesus to have stroked, coddled, fussed over himSelf would have been the antithesis of who he was. What he was revealing, was the life of a person whose chains of Self had been loosened, destroyed. Love, therefore, is the giving away of one’s Self. The reward for sharing love (that kind of love) is Joy.

Contemplatio (digesting the word and allowing it to nurture the body): Err on the side of giving away too much. The pain will be short-lived. Right now, therefore, I go to look for more books for the Relay Book Sale. I’ve passed many by thinking, “Maybe I’ll need that..” Nonsense. I’m defining myself by my STUFF when I do that. My STUFF is all mixed into the definition of my SELF, and it’s a mess that needs cleaned up, beginning immediately. (I’m not even taking the time here now to find something cute to end this with) Bye..

addendum- 5 hours later: I packed 4 boxes with about 80 books. I closed my eyes and the false longings of my heart (ha!) against some of them. If I don’t move them out, they will follow me for another 20 years, or be a decision for my survivors, whichever comes first. This way, a lot of them will get turned into $ for the church’s Relay for Life team. And the rest will begin new lives in someone else’s garage.