Luke 2:1-14
So, what are the kinds of things people
usually talk about on Christmas Eve – preachers included? Chestnuts roasting on an open fire … the love
of family and friends … gifts we can’t wait to unwrap … the gifts of ourselves
that we offer to the Baby King. So Christmas
Eve probably seems like an odd time for me to talk about sin. That’s especially true about Christmas Eve in
an Episcopal church, I think. We don’t
do a lot of fire and brimstone here – which sometimes makes people think the
Episcopal Church doesn’t care about sin.
Plus – hey, Christmas is supposed to be a time to eat, and drink, and be
merry, right? So it may surprise you to
hear me say that Christmas is actually all about sin.
It might also surprise you to hear me say
that, despite the weeks (and months) we’ve been living through the
pre-Christmas shopping season, and even despite the Church’s season of
preparation we call Advent, Christmas is not a conclusion. And, even though we just heard the Gospel
account of a baby’s birth, Christmas isn’t really the beginning of the story,
either. Christmas is a chapter in a much
bigger story, the story of God redeeming creation and saving humanity –
including each one of us. And all the
way through, just like it is in all good stories, the action is compelling because
of the villains. Those villains are
death and sin. And tonight, on
Christmas, it’s God’s conquest of sin that takes center stage.
So, what do I mean by that? I am not saying that the true meaning of
Christmas is that you’re a bad, sinful person.
Absolutely not. Instead, I mean
that Christmas is all about God healing the things that separate us from God
and each other – healing the divisions of sin.
In Christmas, and in Easter, God is doing nothing less than defeating the
powers of sin and death in order to heal our deepest wounds – the wounds that
separate us from our heavenly parent who loves us more than we can imagine, and
the wounds that separate us from other people who show us the face of Christ up
close. And because God is too good a
writer to allow a predictable storyline, God chooses to conquer sin and death in
the way we’d least expect – from the inside out, from the bottom up.
This Christmas story is one we know too
well. In fact, we know it so well that
we may not really even hear it on a night like this. That Gospel reading tonight is just crazy – a
story of contrasts, a story of top-down giving way to bottom-up. It begins not with God but with Caesar. The Emperor Augustus is asserting his
authority, a royal reign that had brought the Pax Romana, peace through an iron
fist. Official inscriptions in conquered
Roman lands hailed Augustus as “god” and “savior of the world.” The date of Augustus’ birth was honored as “the
beginning of the good news … for the world.”1 This Roman version of “peace” involved
counting and collecting and conscripting.
At the point we pick up the story, the empire had decreed a census in
order to strengthen tax receipts and bring more bodies into the Roman army.
So that’s the top-down action in this
story we know too well. Then the story
shifts to bottom-up. An unwed mother and
her yet-to-be husband are traveling to the man’s hometown to be part of the
census. But they weren’t going to just any
small town; they were going to Bethlehem, the place from which Israel’s
prophets said God’s true king would come.
Mary and Joseph both knew they were part of something much bigger than
themselves. Angels had visited them both
and told them this baby “will be great and will be called Son of the Most High,
and … of his kingdom there will be no end” (Luke 1:32-33). So, though Mary would be giving birth to God’s
true king, the couple found no place to stay because the little town was filled
with everyone else caught up in the empire’s order. So, when her time came, they camped in a barn
or a cave and put the screaming baby in the animals’ feed trough.
Then, the scene shifts to the fields, and
a divine messenger appears, scaring the living daylights out of some
unsuspecting shepherds. The angel tells
the shepherds this baby’s birth is precisely the thing it looks least like. Augustus may have proclaimed a census, but
the sovereign of the universe proclaims the coming of the real king. Augustus may have stationed his armies across
the empire, but the sovereign of the universe deploys the heavenly host, the
army of God. It turns out peace on earth
comes not from the Pax Romana after all, but from this tiny baby lying in the
slop. God decides to confront the powers
of sin and death by entering directly into the life of people oppressed by the
powers of sin and death. Christmas is God
saving us from the bottom up.
Now, even if we understand that this is
what Christmas is all about, we’re still tempted to keep this story at arm’s
length. That temptation is precisely why
God chose to live the story this crazy way.
You can’t keep God at arm’s length when God insists on crashing your
party, showing up in the most unlikely places and hanging out with the most
unlikely people – then and now. Prostitutes
and tax collectors; priests and politicians.
Shepherds and fishermen and other small-business owners. People who struggle to pay their bills, and people
who live like royalty. People who endure
the slander of bigotry, and people who do the slandering when they think God’s
not listening. This unpredictable God
chose to “move into the neighborhood” (John 1:14, The Message) and take up residence among everyone living there, regardless of where they fall on the continuum
of sinfulness. Because, you know, we’re all there, on the continuum of
sinfulness. Despite all the times we
shine with the light of God’s love, there’s not a one of us here tonight who
isn’t also separating himself or herself, one way or another, from God and the
people around us.
So God comes into this broken world, and into
our broken lives, as Jesus – a name that means “he saves.” And to do his saving work, he steps directly
into the muck and mire of embodied life.
Anyone who’s witnessed a baby being born might wonder why the sovereign
of the universe would choose that way
to make an entrance – not to mention choosing a dirty barn for a delivery suite
and a feed trough for an incubator. And
still, despite the powerless setting, the generals of the heavenly army appear
before the baffled shepherds and affirm that this baby is actually their
commander-in-chief, who is taking up the last mission anyone would have expected
– a personal mission to step into human life and serve as the true Lord, the
true emperor, who longs to save us from all that holds us hostage. Every pomposity that puffs us up, every hardness
that hinders our hearts, every smallness that shrinks our souls – God has come
in person to save us from our sin by entering directly into it. This king will live as part of an oppressed
community. This king will flee from a government
that wants him dead and live as a refugee in a foreign land. This king will find himself homeless and
unemployed. This king will speak against
the religious and civil authorities trying to silence him. This king will lead a demonstration in the
streets that becomes the way of the Cross.
And this king will die at the hands of those he’s come to save.
Any force that seeks to drive us apart
from each other, from other children of God whoever and wherever they are – that
force stands opposed to this newborn king.
Any force that perpetrates division and creates categories of “us” and
“them” stands opposed to this newborn king.
Any force that whispers in our ears that we can set our own course and
do as we please stands opposed to this newborn king.
And the tragedy is, we each choose
those forces from time to time. In our
own settings and in our own ways, we each choose to hold ourselves back from
our neighbors. We each choose to judge
those who disagree with us. We each
choose to follow our own path when we know full well that God is directing us
differently. We each choose to be our
own Caesar, the emperor of our own small worlds.
And God’s response on this night, as it was
in the beginning and ever shall be, is to speak the Word we least expect: I love you anyway. I love you anyway. To you is born this day a Savior, who is
the Messiah, the Lord. His name is
Jesus, and he comes into our world and into our hearts with this mission: to
save us from the time of trial, to deliver us from evil, and to bring peace and
goodwill among all those he loves.
Whatever sin, whatever separation, entombs
your heart, let this tiny king break it open and set you free. Then come to the manger, and come to the
Cross, and come to this table to receive the God who comes to love you – in the
flesh. In fact, come and receive the God
who loves you in your flesh, and let
your broken heart beat new.
1.
Fitzmeyer,
Joseph A. The Gospel According to Luke (I-IX). The Anchor Bible, volume 28. New York: Doubleday, 1970. 394.