Saturday, December 25, 2004

We're gonna Paaaaaaarty like it's ya Birthday

We remember that day when little baby Jesus lay in a manger, surrounded by Mary, Joseph, some wise men, and the animals. They came from Orient far, following the stars with Frankecense and Myrhh. The Angel Gabriel had told them it was so. The Inns had refused Mary and Joseph, though the burden was heavy. The donkey that would later bear him to the cross was weary, and the pains of birth that Mary bore sprung forth into joy and the life that was within her. It might have been any Jew who gave birth to the son of God, any rich or poor or weak or strong or disciplined or modest woman in any circumstance. Why was it Mary that was annointed? So many must dream of the sacred life being immeasureable, omnipresent, infinite. Jesus the son: the way the truth and the light for all to see. Joseph came from a long lineage, as most anthropoids do. And if Joseph was not the biological parent then where did Jesus get so many brothers? Some think we are all brothers and sisters in the family of God. How does this enigma sort itself out when so often we're at war with each other even in our own homes? Is there a spirit enough to go around? Feeding your cat or letting someone into your heart are often inspired by the same mood. It takes structure to bring up the kingdom of God but so often it is the little things that can make a difference. No one man can do it for everyone, but in Jesus there is the story of hope and love and peace and so much potential for life that when I introspect about it, I feel more accepting of the pattern of growth and decay. And as snow falls every year, so too do the stars carve out our history and change its meaning.


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