SUMMARY: If we realize the gift of God in Christmas, then our lives will change. We won’t just love the songs and material elements of Christmas. If we let the fullness of the Christmas story—our God breaking through and being born unto us, being born within our hearts… if that’s what happens this Christmas for you, then we will indeed love Christmas, because we will love the Lord.
Christmas Homily
I love Christmas. Who doesn’t?
We have Christmas songs like jingle bells and silent night everywhere, even on Country radio; and if you don’t like country music, I wouldn’t recommend listening to it during the holidays (although I like it just fine!).
We have nativity scenes with shepherds and wise men and as many sheep and cows and donkeys as come with the set.
We get dressed up. Little girls in their shiny dresses and bows and ribbons in their perfectly—or once-perfectly curled hair. Boys with ties that are never tight and pants that are too short or too big, but still look great on Christmas.
Families gathered like chicks under the wings of mama hens and piled into our church and gift-giving galore.
Who doesn’t love Christmas?
In the midst of all of this, do we forget the Christmas story? I don’t mean the details. We know those: the Angel visits Mary, Joseph stays with Mary, they find no room and then the Child of God is born unto the world. We know that, but do we… do we know it? Has Christmas, has the Baby born in the stable entered into our hearts?
A few weeks before Christmas in 1988, an earthquake devastated the northwestern section of Armenia. An estimated 25,000 people were killed. In one small town, just after the earthquake, a father rushed to his son's school where he had earlier dropped him off for classes. When the father arrived, he found that the school had been completely leveled. There was no sign of life. All that remained was a pile of rubble, rising dust, and utter silence.
Like every other morning when he dropped off his son, he said, “No matter what, I will come for you when you need me.” It was kind of his motto. “I will come for you.”
Though the prospect of finding his son appeared hopeless, the father began desperately prying concrete walls, removing rubble, and digging under beams in the place where he believed his son’s classroom had once stood. Other parents helped at first, crying out, “My son!” and “My daughter!”
After several hours, no person was found alive. Despair set it. Many parents and volunteers started going home. Some told that father to go home, that there was no chance that anyone could survive this. He responded, “I made my son a promise that I’d be there for him anytime he needed me, and I won’t give up.”
And so this relentless father worked alone. He simply had to know for himself whether his boy was alive or dead. After six hours of digging, no signs of life. Six hours quickly became nine hours. Nine hours became 12 hours, and so on. Around the clock, through the night, this loving father searched for his child. Then, after 38 hours of tireless digging through the collapsed school, he heaved away a heavy piece of concrete, and his heart nearly stopped.
A child’s voice—his child’s voice—could be heard faintly under the rubble.
Dad! It's me!
The father’s heart burst with joy. He yelled back to his son that he was here and wasn’t going to leave him.
The boy had been spared by a tent-like pocket that had formed over top of him, keeping heavy chunks of concrete and metal from crushing down upon him.
But he wasn’t alone.
Through his own tears, this father heard his son’s tired voice call to his classmates trapped under the debris with him, saying,
I told you that He would come!
Christmas is like God’s great rescue operation. From the beginning of time, since the Creation of the world, since the Breath of God expanded the soul of Adam and created Eve, our God has desperately searched for us. He sent us prophets like Jonah who taught us how to live and patriarchs like Moses who guided us out of slavery. He sent us kings like David to govern all things well and priests like Aaron and Melchizedek to offer sacrifices for the times when we failed, and then, in the fullness of time, he came to us himself…
An utterance of a terrifying angel to a virgin trembling in her parent’s home…
From the lips of a being without flesh comes the Word of God, the Son of God, God himself in the flesh…
A mighty king descending his lofty throne to enter into his Creation in an outpost town, upon a bed of straw.
That, my friends, that is the Christmas story! That is the gift of Christmas! That God loves us so much that he couldn’t bear to teach and lead from afar or through intermediaries a moment longer, and so he came to us Himself.
But that’s only Part One of the two-part theodrama. Now, we must ask: are we—are you—ready to receive His gift?
Take a look at your life right now. What tent-like hole are you trapped inside? What burdens or habits or things or people or doubts or struggles bury you under the weight of crushing darkness? Christmas isn’t about presenting ourselves as clean and strong. Christmas is about the stable of our lives into which the Lord of the Heavens and Earth longs to be born! Let him find you. We know how the Christmas story begins. It begins in Bethlehem, it begins with a birth. But letting him find you here in this church, in your life right now... that is how the Christmas story ends, how it finds its fullness—
When shepherds hear the Gloria of the angels and make their way to stumble upon the stable…
When cattle low and drummer boys play on…
When bells ring, the night is silent, and choirs of heaven rejoice in Heaven, on earth, in our churches, and even on country radio…
When wise men and wise women come with gifts, great gifts, precious gifts of their heart, their mind, their strength and come to him from far off lands…
Lands of wandering from our God without contact at a church or in prayer in months, maybe years…
Lands where social or personal or interpersonal earthquakes have separated us from family and from love and from a fuller life…
Lands of anger and fear and frustration and hurt—real hurt—real hurt…
Lands that are just too cold and far-flung now…
Lands we want to forsake…
Today is Christmas Day! Christmas Day! The day of our salvation! The day to let our desperate and relentless Father pull off the rubble and beams and walls that separate you from Him. To let him find you in your dark, smelly, beast-filled stable in the outpost town you’ve lodged within for far too long.
Because that is the Christmas story… that’s why He sent His Son two thousand years ago.
I love Christmas, and that’s why. Yes for the gifts and songs and everything else, but really because Christmas, if we believe in Christ and if we live like we believe in Him... well there is no greater gift.