Thankfully, God Never Said, “Enough!”
Thankfully, God Never Said, “Enough!”
December 24, 2007
Text: Luke 2:1-20
Luke 2:1-20
In those days a decree
went out from Emperor Augustus that all the world should be registered.
2 This was the first registration and was taken while Quirinius was
governor of Syria. 3 All went to their own towns to be registered. 4
Joseph also went from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to the
city of David called Bethlehem, because he was descended from the house
and family of David. 5 He went to be registered with Mary, to whom he
was engaged and who was expecting a child. 6 While they were there,
the time came for her to deliver her child. 7 And she gave birth to
her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in
a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.
8In that region there
were shepherds living in the fields, keeping watch over their flock
by night. 9 Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory
of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the
angel said to them, "Do not be afraid; for see
— I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people:
11 to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is the
Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign for you: you will find a child
wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger." 13 And suddenly
there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising
God and saying,
14 "Glory to God
in the highest heaven,
and on earth peace among
those whom he favors!"
15 When the angels had
left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let
us go now to Bethlehem and see this thing that has taken place, which
the Lord has made known to us." 16 So they went with haste and
found Mary and Joseph, and the child lying in the manger. 17 When they
saw this, they made known what had been told them about this child;
18 and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds told them.
19 But Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart.
20 The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they
had heard and seen, as it had been told them.
NRSV
From an earlier sermon,
some of you might remember who this is:
This is our dog, Jessie.
I love this dog.
From the first day we got
her from the Humane Society, she had a knack for digging through the
kitchen trash to find buried treasure. So, we have to keep the cupboard
shut. She’ll get food off the table if we’re not careful. She knows
it’s wrong, but does it anyway. The latest things she ate were two
gingerbread houses the kids made.
I love this dog.
She has this habit of following
you wherever you go—she can’t stand to be away from you. I once
turned around and tripped over her. The dog was OK, but I wrenched my
back. So, I have to watch where I go, in my own house.
I love this dog.
When it’s 5 degrees outside
and I go with her into the back yard for her potty break, she doesn’t
just go out, do what she’s supposed to do, and come back. No, it takes
fifteen minutes of her sniffing around before things are just right.
So, since she can’t be left alone, I stand out there freezing.
I love this dog.
Sometimes I just feel like
saying, “Enough! Enough! From the Humane Society thou camest,
and to the Humane Society thou goest!”
Of course that will never
happen, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling this way.
There’s a show on TV called,
“The Dog Whisperer.” This expert visits homes where there’s a
troubled relationship between dog and owner. He tries to work things
out. I believe his theory is that the problem doesn’t lie with the
dog, but with the people owning the dog.
“The problem isn’t with
the dog, but with the owner.”
Right. The Dog Whisperer
obviously hasn’t met Jessie.
Of course, the Dog Whisperer
does have a point. The owners have to relate to the dog differently.
Jessie is going to remain Jessie. It’s up to me—who’s at the mercy
of the dog—to adapt and change in such a way as to communicate positively
with the canine. Behavior changes that way.
Can I do it? The verdict’s
out.
The challenge of building
constructive, enriching relationships lies in being able to adapt the
way you communicate. You can’t expect people to relate to you on your
terms—you have to relate to people on theirs.
This truth always comes
home to me when I pick up Cameron from youth group on Sunday nights.
I’ll look into the gym,
and see 40 youth, counselors, and Pastor Mark playing dodgeball. They’re
laughing, screaming, shouting, running, throwing. I see Mark relating
to them easily, comfortably. He knows their language, knows what’s
important to them, understands their culture and the way they see things.
If I were to say, “Hey
Mark, let me be youth pastor for a while,” you know how I’d feel
trying to do that?
The second I’d set foot
in the gym, I’d feel like this…
… a lumbering Brontosaurus.
I’d feel slow, clumsy,
out of touch…EXTINCT!
To communicate, you have
to be able to feel what another person’s feeling, see what another
person’s seeing. You have to be able to talk in terms the other person
understands. If you’re able to do that, you get the other person’s
attention, and they will listen.
I wonder if God ever felt
like a lumbering Brontosaurus.
I wonder if God ever felt
the frustration of standing with Jessie for fifteen minutes when it’s
5 degrees out, saying, “GO!”
I wonder if God ever felt
out of touch, confused as to how to relate?
Think God ever felt that
frustration and helplessness?
Yes. And the most amazing
thing is, God chose to do something about it. God could have said, “I
don’t HAVE to relate to Jessie—I don’t have a wife and two kids
guarding the dog—I can send her back!” God could have said, “I
don’t HAVE to relate to a younger generation—I have my own generation,
my own angels to keep me company! I have my own…SON.”
God could have said this—but
instead, God looked at you, at me, and said, “I’m not going to turn
my back. I’m not going to say, ‘ENOUGH!’’
While [Mary and Joseph
were in Bethlehem,] the time came for her to deliver her child.
And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of
cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them
in the inn.
God comes to us on our turf,
wearing our skin, speaking our language, feeling our feelings.
You can say all you want,
“You need to help the poor and less fortunate,” but when
God comes as one poor and less fortunate in a manger, people will listen.
You can say all you want,
“You need to show compassion to one another,” and people
will yawn. But if they see you sharing your food with a crowd…If they
see you crying with the grieving…If they see you talking with and
giving a healing touch to people when you’re dead tired—if they
see all this, they’ll listen.
You can say, “You need
to forgive those who mistreat you” and people will say, “Yeah,
right.” But if they see you being nailed to the cross and hear, “Father
forgive them”—if they witness that, they’ll listen.
You can say, “You need
to love one another as I love you,” and they’ll discuss what
you mean, and get lost in the words. But if they see you bursting the
chains of death on Easter morning so you can be with them when they
would meet their crosses—they witness that, they’ll listen.
And when they listen—when
WE listen—then we can let the Father shape us.
He has taken the first step.
It’s up to us to respond.
It’s up to us, as we take
communion tonight, to say, “Child of the manger—of the Father’s
love begotten—you’ve gotten my attention. I will listen. I will
follow.”
Meister Eckhardt, a German
theologian who lived almost 800 years ago, said it best. As he reflected
on Mary giving birth to Jesus, he said this:
We are all meant to be
mothers of God. What good is it to me if this eternal birth of the divine
Son takes place unceasingly, but does not take place within myself?
And, what good is it to me if Mary is full of grace if I am not also
full of grace? What good is it to me for the Creator to give birth to
his Son if I do not also give birth to him in my time and culture? This,
then, is the fullness of time: when the Son of God is
begotten in us. --Meister Eckhart, "When I Give Birth to Christ"
Or, as the carol goes, “…BE
BORN IN US, TODAY!”
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