Christmas Day 2015, Peace Be

Christmas III

John 21: 15-25

Now is proclaimed the end of the entire gospel according to John in the 21st chapter:

After they had had held their meal together, Jesus said to Simon Peter: “Simon, son of John, do you love me more than the others here?

Peter answered, “Lord you know that I am your friend”. Jesus said to him, “Feed my lambs.”

And he said to him again, a second time, “Simon, son of John, do you love me? Peter answered, “Yes, Lord, you know that I am devoted to you.” Jesus said to him, “Shepherd my young sheep.”

He asked him a third time, “Simon, Son of John, Are you my friend?”

Peter was heartbroken that he could say to him the third time, ‘Are you my friend’, and he answered, “Lord, you know all things; therefore you know that I am devoted to you.”

Jesus said, “Feed my sheep. Amen the truth I say to you, when you were younger you girded yourself and walked wherever you wished. But when you are old, you will stretch out your hands and Another will gird you and lead you where you do not wish to go.”

He told him this to indicate the kind of death by which he would bring the divine to revelation. Then he said to him, “Follow me.”

But Peter, turning, saw the disciple whom Jesus loved, following him. He was the one who had leaned upon his breast at the supper and had asked, “Lord, who is it who betrays you?”  When Peter now saw him, his asked, “Lord, what of this man, what is his task?”

Jesus said to him: If is my will that he remain until my coming, that does not affect your path. Follow me…”

From this day the story spread among the brethren that this disciple would not die. But Jesus did not say to him that he would not die, but, “If it is my will that he remain until my coming, that does not affect your path.”

This is the disciple who here bears witness to these things and who has written all this. And we know that his testimony is true. There are also many other things that Jesus did. If they were to be written down one by one, I do not think that the world itself could contain the books that would have to be written.

Christmas III

John 21: 15-25

There is a story* about a hermit in the rugged mountains, who spent his life praying for his fellow human beings. Near his cave he had built a shrine to St. Nicholas, the protector of all travelers. He kept an oil lamp burning to show travelers the way. The track near his cave ran beside a deep chasm with strong violently gusting winds, which could sweep a traveler off his feet and into the ravine. It was said that it was an evil spirit who cast the people into the ravine. The hermit kept watch, and if he heard a cry, he would run with a rope to save lives.

One spring evening, on Good Friday as the hermit entered his cave, he heard a voice who asked to speak with him. It was the spirit of the mountain, asking him why the hermit prevented him from casting people into the abyss. The hermit answered that he loved human beings, as God’s youngest creatures, despite their errors and weaknesses.  ‘All that I do is in God’s name, for His love is great.’ The spirit said he would leave the travelers in peace if the hermit could prove that God’s love was greater than any other power. He gave the hermit three chances.

First the hermit told the story of how a shepherd, searching for a lost sheep, had been blown off the path. His daughter had come to look for him and tried to save him, but in the hermit’s absence both had perished. This example of familial love did not impress the spirit.

The next day he told of two soldiers, one of whom carried his wounded and abandoned friend up to the cave. The spirit was likewise not impressed with the love between friends.

That evening a robber, convinced that the hermit had money, beat him and left. When the hermit heard the familiar roar of the wind, and heard the cry, he staggered out and with his last strength threw the rope down to the robber and tied the other end to a rock, allowing the robber to escape. His soul left his body and hovered over it.

The mountain spirit came and spoke: can you see me? The soul answered , Yes now I can see you as you really are. The spirit asked, “Why did you do that? He murdered you!”

‘Love your enemies, my God has taught me,’ answered the saint.

Silence fell.  Then the mountain spirit said: ‘This is greater love than anything that I have ever known.  I shall keep my promise.  Farewell.’

‘Peace be with you’, said the saint.

*"The Saint and the Mountain Spirit" by Maja Muntz-Koundoury can be found in: The Easter Story Book (Floris Books, Edinburgh 1991). To purchase, click here.

Visit our Website!

Christmas Dawn 2015, Shepherd Didn't Go

Christmas II, Dawn

December 25, 2015

Luke 2: 1-20

Now is proclaimed the [middle of the Gospel[s], according to Luke in the second chapter.

Now it came to pass in those days that a proclamation went out from Caesar Augustus that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone set out to be enrolled, each to the town of his ancestors.

So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to the city of David which is called Bethlehem, because he belonged to the house and lineage of David. He went to be enrolled with Mary his betrothed. And Mary was with child. And it came to pass that while they were there, the time was fulfilled for her to be delivered. And she bore her son, her first-born. And she wrapped him in linen and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.

And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks in the night. And an angel of the Lord came upon them [appeared before them] and the light of the revelation of God shone about them. And great fear came upon them [they felt the fear of fears].

But the angel said to them,

“Do not be afraid; for I announce to you a great joy, which shall be for all men on earth: today is born unto you the Bringer of Healing, in the city of David, Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign for you: you will find a little child wrapped in linen, lying in a manger.”

And suddenly around the angel was the fullness of the heavenly angelic hosts: their song of praise sounded forth to the highest:

God’s Spirit reveals itself in the heights

And brings peace to men of earth

In whose hearts good will dwells!

And as the angels withdrew from them into the heavens, the shepherds said to one another:

“Let us go to Bethlehem to see the fulfillment of the Word that has happened here, which the Lord let be proclaimed.”

And they came hastening, and found both Mary and Joseph, and the babe lying in the manger. And when they had seen, they made known the Word that was spoken to them concerning this child. [or, When they saw that, they understood what had been told them concerning this child.] And all who heard it were astonished about what the shepherds said.

But Mary treasured [preserved] all these words, pondering them [turning them over] in her heart. And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God to everyone for everything they had heard and seen, which was just as it had been announced to them.

Christmas II, Dawn

December 25, 2015

Luke 2: 1-20

There is a story about the shepherd who didn’t go. When on that first Christmas night the shepherds heard the good news from the angels, one of them, a young boy named Dahvid, did not go with them. He wanted to, but he could not, because he had given his word to his master, mean strict Old Abraham, that come day, come night, come life, come death, he would not fail to keep the flocks. He wanted to go, and wept tears of disappointment when the others left, but he found a certain comfort in thinking of the helplessness of his flock.

After the others had gone, wolves indeed came and made off with one of the sheep. Dahvid followed them and found the two wolves fighting over the sheep at the bottom of ravine. One left, but the other attacked him, biting him on the leg and arm. Nevertheless he managed to kill it with a heavy blow from his staff. With great and slow effort he and the wounded sheep slowly climbed out of the ravine and made their way back to the flock, where the boy collapsed.

As dawn was brightening, Old Abraham came to check his flocks. He grew angry when he called and there was no answer. When he found Dahvid lying on the ground, he thought for a moment that the boy was asleep. But when he caught sight of the white face and bleeding arm, and the wounded sheep, a strange tenderness rose in him. He realized that the boy had not forgotten his promise. He bid his servants to take the boy to the inn for care.

Gerrit Honthorst

The unconscious boy was taken to the stable of the inn. Upon waking he heard the cry of the Child whom the other shepherds had gone to see. One of the shepherds brought the Child and laid Him in Dahvid's arms, the Child for whose coming the people had been longing for a thousand years.

The color at length came back to Dahvid's white cheeks, and strength and health to his limbs and he went back again to the plain. Old Abraham embraced him, "Forgive me, my son. I have been a hard master. Thou hast been very faithful, and for thy reward I make thee lord over all my flocks and half of them shall be thine own."

So Dahvid became a man of flocks, and all his days he was known among the other shepherds as the one who had held the Christ-child in his arms. And there was none among them who was thought so brave, and gentle, and wise as the Shepherd Who Didn't Go.*

Adapted from *The Shepherd Who Didn't Go", in The City that Never Was Reached, by Jay T. Stocking; published by the Pilgrim Press.

Visit our Website!

Christmas Midnight 2015,

Christmas I, Midnight

Matthew 1: 1, 17-25

Joseph and the Angel,  Gandolfi,  Wikimedia

[Now is proclaimed the beginning of the whole Gospel, according to Matthew in the first chapter.]

This is the book of the new creation, which has happened through Jesus Christ [or, the generation of Jesus Christ], a son of David, who is a son of Abraham….

From Abraham to David are fourteen generations, from David to the deportation to Babylon are fourteen generations, and from the exile in Babylon to Christ are fourteen generations.

The birth of Jesus Christ took place in this way: Mary, his mother, was betrothed to Joseph. But before they were aware of having come together, she conceived a child by the power of the Holy Spirit. Joseph however, her husband, who was an upright man and did not want to expose her to public disgrace, was considering whether he should quietly set her free [or, decided to consider all this a mystery.] As he was pondering this, behold the angel of the Lord appeared before him in a dream and said to him:

 “Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife, because that which is to be born of her is conceived out of the power of the Holy Spirit. She will bear a son, and you shall give him the name Jesus, that is, the Bringer of Healing, for he it will be who will heal his own of their error and guilt. “

All this took place so that the word of the Lord, spoken by the mouth of the prophet, might be fulfilled:

“A virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and they will call his name Immanuel, that is, God in our midst.”

               

Now when Joseph rose from his sleep he did as the angel of the Lord directed him, and he took Mary to himself as his wife, and he knew her not until she bore her son, and he gave him the name Jesus.

Christmas I, Midnight

December 25, 2004 and 2015

Matthew 1: 1, 17-25

An ancient legend tells of something that happened at midnight in the stall at Bethlehem. Long has it been kept secret. But tonight you shall hear it.

The Virgin has just brought the Child into the world. She swaddles and wraps him. Joseph arranges some straw in the manger. He draws her toward this resting place. Mary lays the Child into the manger, and to protect him she pulls her blue mantle halfway over it. The ox and the donkey hardly stir in their corners. The gentle light reflects in their eyes.

The door opens silently, as if a breath of wind blew against it. The figure of a woman stands at the threshold. She is dressed all in gray, in earthy gray. Gray is the hood that covers her head, shadowing her face. Gray is the mantle that falls from shoulders to feet. She appears to be ancient, bent over from a burden long carried.

Mary feels fear as she gazes at her. Is this woman approaching the child with ill will? Yet ox and donkey remain quiet. Peacefully they munch the hay. They look at the stranger as if they have known her since far back in time. The child sleeps undisturbed. Mary does not let the stranger out of her sight. Her slow steps—each one seems to last centuries.

Finally the old one stands at the manger. Mary can see her shadowy features. She gazes into her eyes, which gaze back at her for a moment, and then come to rest on the child. He awakens and opens his eyes. And Mary recognizes: the eyes of the old woman and the eyes of the child both hold the same look; the same hope shines in both.

The old one bends over the child. Beneath her mantle her hand stirs, seeming to want to bring forth something. Mary observes her with the same fear. The animals also gaze down, yet as calmly as if they had known from the beginning what would happen.

Finally after a long moment, the old one draws out her hand; she holds something hidden in it. She hands it to the child.

What is the first gift, even before the shepherds had arrived? From her resting place Mary cannot see; she sees only her back, bent with age that curves even more as she bends over the manger.

It all lasts so long. Finally the figure straightens up, freed of a great weight that had bent her down to the earth. Her shoulders no longer seemed weighed down. Her head rises nearly to the rafters. Her face shines, wonderfully young again. She moves away from the crib, turns toward the door and disappears into the night from which she had come.

The Child and the Apple, Michel Erhard

And now Mary recognizes the mysterious gift she had brought the Child. Eve had come, to bring the Child, as his first gift, the apple, the apple of the first sin with which all calamity had befallen humankind. Over the centuries the golden Paradise apple had become hard and green and sour, an apple that could spoil; an apple that had made anyone who ate of it become ill forever after.

But now, in the Child’s little hand, the apple begins to shine golden again. In the Child’s hand it turns sweet

and juicy and nourishing. Inside the apple is a star; the star shines within a white rose. It shines as the image of the new world that is born with him.

This year, the Child is born anew in the Virgin Soul. In his hand is the apple of the new world he brings. May we bear the child, cherish his nourishment, and work alongside him to bring about his new World.[i]

Visit our Website! 

---

[i] From the French, the brothers Tharaud, by Gerhard Wöhrmann in Die Christengemeinschaft, Nov/Dez 1950. Reproduced in Jahresfeste mit Kinder, Brigitte Barz .Translated by C. Hindes. Another version also appears as “The Last Visitor”, in Christmas Roses, Legends for Advent, collected by Mimi Zotterman, Anthroposophic Press.