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							Over the past few weeks, I have 
							overheard many folks saying something like, “I can’t 
							believe it’s Christmas already.” Some of us wish 
							family and friends a “Merry Christmas” with as much 
							gusto as Ralphie from A Christmas Story when he 
							learns that he did, in fact, get the Daisy Model 
							1938 Red Ryder BB gun. Still others, for whatever 
							reasons, share in the Grinch’s initial annoyance of 
							the Christmas season, wishing our favorite hangouts 
							would stop playing Mariah Carey’s “All I want for 
							Christmas is You” and our neighbors would finally 
							take down those decorations that now say, “Erry C-st-as.” 
							Then there are us church calendar dweebs who 
							promptly reply to every "Merry Christmas" during the 
							Advent season with, "Not yet!"  
							Wherever we may fall on the 
							enthusiasm spectrum of Christmas, we all find 
							ourselves here for worship on this the holiest of 
							nights for Christians. Whether we are waiting for 
							family to arrive from out of town, are fidgeting in 
							our pews with enough excited energy coursing through 
							our veins to light up Lincoln and Who-ville while 
							looking forward to opening all the gifts under our 
							Christmas tree, or are anticipating grandma’s 
							homemade noodles and dreading aunt Bertha's 
							stuffing—which by the way, the dog won't even eat…. 
							Or whether you will spend the next twenty-four hours 
							keeping busy so you don’t get too lost in the 
							sadness or madness of it all—you are here
 now—
 and together, we listen to the Christmas story once again.
 
							On this quiet night, amidst the 
							darkness, we walk with Joseph back to his hometown 
							of Bethlehem.  
							On this silent night, we hold our 
							breath and pace the waiting room while Mary pushes 
							and breathes her way through labor.  
							On this holy night, beneath a canopy 
							of celestial beauty, we keep watch with the 
							shepherds, looking for the angelic promise.  
							And, on the night full of wonderment 
							and joy, we sit and ponder “these words” with 
							Mary—we are reminded of what this night—and why we 
							are here—is all about: the JOY for 
							ALL people.
 
							It is a message that stirs up 
							feelings similar to those when returning home for 
							the first time after you leave: comforting because 
							it is familiar but also strange because it isn’t 
							what it used to be.  
							Comforting because the good news the 
							angel brings to the shepherds is full of hope and 
							joy—promising a new reality—a new way of being in 
							the world. 
							Strange in that—nothing has really 
							changed, right? Nations continue to be at odds with 
							one another; political leaders continue to deny 
							human beings their basic rights and their dignity; 
							life remains just downright brutal. 
							And yet, despite the inn being full, 
							an angel finds the shepherds working third shift in 
							their fields and declares to them that God is about 
							to reveal God’s-self to the world.  
							As the Christmas story did way back 
							then, so the Evangelist does now—to remind us that 
							the fullness of time has come—that despite the wars 
							and rumors of wars, both communally and 
							individually, God has gifted us with life. God has 
							unwrapped for us the Mystery that was, is, and will 
							always be… the mystery that guides humanity and all 
							of creation… the mystery that the Promised one, who 
							is the manifestation of LOVE, has come—not to 
							condemn us or remove us from this earth—but instead 
							to rescue us, to reveal to us the way of God, which 
							is a love rooted in patience, kindness, generosity, 
							faithfulness, and—you guessed it—unconditional love. | 
            
			 
							However, the great joy proclaimed by 
							angels and received by shepherds was announced then, 
							as it is now, in the midst of a vast indefinite roar 
							of armies on the move and restlessness of angry mobs 
							and constant chatter from the crowds and can only be 
							heard if we decide to listen for it. 
							What exactly are we listening for, you ask?
 
							We are listening for the “Good News,” 
							the Great Joy, which comes neither in the form of a 
							royal birth, with all the pomp and circumstance nor 
							is first proclaimed to the rich and the famous. 
							Instead, the Great Joy is first announced in 
							silence, loneliness, and darkness to shepherds 
							“living in the fields” or “living in the 
							countryside,” who were apparently unmoved by the 
							demands of the emperor to register for the census.
							 
							The Great Joy announced to ordinary 
							shepherds is the same good news proclaimed to us in 
							a town like Lincoln, Illinois—that God came to us 
							because God wanted to join us on the road, to listen 
							to our story, and to help us realize that we are not 
							walking circles but moving toward the house of peace 
							and joy. Tonight—but for a moment—all is well in our corner 
							of the world, and the darkness is peeled back, 
							allowing the light to touch the coldest and 
							loneliest places of our hearts.
 
							Friends, that is the great mystery of 
							Christmas that continues to offer us comfort and 
							consolation: we are not alone in our journey. In the 
							Christ event, the incarnation reveals the mystery of 
							Life. The God of love, who gave us life, became 
							human not just to a people back then but for a 
							people at all times and in all places so that we 
							never have to feel lost in our struggles and can 
							always trust that God walks with us.  
							The challenge, however, is to let God 
							be who God is. A part of us clings to our aloneness, 
							to our selfishness, or to our mistaken hopefulness, 
							which can (and often does) prevent God from touching 
							us where we are most in pain. So, we try to hide 
							from God; we do whatever we can to protect from God 
							precisely those places in ourselves where we feel 
							guilty, ashamed, confused, and lost.  
							We do not give God a chance to be 
							with us where we feel most alone.  
							Therein lies the great joy of this 
							Christmas story—that we need never be afraid to 
							welcome the Christ, whose love is greater than our 
							own hearts and minds can comprehend, to be our 
							companion. 
							So, I ask, church, shall we receive 
							good news with open hearts? 
							Shall we allow the poetry of this 
							night transform us from cynics to romantics, 
							believing that in the Christ child (as with all 
							children) a new life and a new hope coming into an 
							old and weary world offers us a new vision, one that 
							reveals that if there is beauty anywhere, it is here 
							tonight as it was then? 
							My guess is that if we say, “Yes,” we 
							will become living lights and will forever sing to 
							the glory of God with shepherds, with angels, and 
							with all of God’s people in every time and place 
							—that unto us a savior is born!
 May it be so. Amen.
 
							[Adam Quinn, pastor at First 
							Presbyterian Church in Lincoln] |