Photo by Bassam Khabieh
for Reuters and The New York Times.
A
few days after Christmas [2014] I picked up our
morning paper and, before I put on my reading glasses, I saw on the front page
a child on a sled in the snow, confirmed by the caption that began, “Heavy
sledding…” I wondered where in the world the photograph was taken.
As
I drew the paper closer and put on my reading glasses I was stunned by my
mistake. This was no child laughing as he rode a sled through snow—no, this was
a child crying out in pain, being carried on a stretcher over a caption that
read not “heavy sledding” but “Heavy Shelling…” as in “Heavy Shelling Reported
Near Damascus.” What I imagined was snow on the boy’s clothing must have been
debris from the blast.
I
felt much the same way when I read the Gospel lesson for the Sunday following
Christmas. After spending Christmas Eve hearing and singing about the holy
infant Jesus, so tender and mild, enjoying a silent and holy night in which all
is calm, all is bright, I found Matthew’s text about the slaughter of the
innocents disturbing and violent (2:13-23).
Here
Jesus had just been born to Mary and Joseph, and was lying in a manger,
sleeping in heavenly peace, visited in Matthew by three spiritual sages from
another country who brought gold and frankincense and myrrh and, in the
Christmas carol, Silent Night, visited
by shepherds enjoying the “radiant beams from his holy face” that meant “the
dawn of redeeming grace.” The only thing that had disturbed their silent night earlier had been
angels in the heavens singing “alleluia to our King; Christ the Savior is
born.”
Why,
oh why, must this beatific image be shattered by political realities? Escaping
from King Herod, who, if he can’t find this baby that threatens his political
power, chooses to slaughter all the innocents—infants the age of Jesus, causing
wailing and lamenting in his birthplace of Bethlehem. And why, upon their
return from Egypt, must Mary, Joseph, and Jesus go into hiding once more, this
time in Galilee, to escape the even more heinous son of Herod, Archelaus, who
had ascended the throne upon his father’s death?
Why can’t we just have a
nice little Christmas? Why can’t we all just get along? And why must politics
intrude on our faith, disturb our praise and worship, interrupt our
contemplative mantra of “peace on earth, goodwill to all”? Why must we read of
slaughtered innocents and wailing mothers? Why must I pick up a newspaper and
see such a disturbing scene as a terrified child in pain after the president of
Syria has bombed his hometown?
If
we learn nothing else from the subsequent life of Jesus, it is that
spirituality is never an escape—it is
always an engagement with reality.
Jesus’ prayer “forgive us our debts” meant a lot to his poor, impoverished
fellow Israelites. “Thy kingdom come” meant the end of the Roman Empire. If a
Roman soldier compels you to carry his gear one mile, carry it two miles,
because “Loving your enemies” is a revolutionary act.
“Give
unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s, but
give to God that which is God’s.” “Don’t be like these Pharisees…,” rather,
“consider the lilies of the field.” Whether waiting for the bridegroom or your
master or the owner of the vineyard, be strategic in your preparations. “Be
wise as serpents and gentle as doves.” “If a town (or church) does not welcome
you, shake its dust from your feet.” “Sell your possessions and give to the
poor, and come follow me.”
“Go
and learn what this means: I desire mercy and not sacrifice.” “Let the one
without sin cast the first stone.” God’s “house shall be called a house of
prayer for all peoples, but you have made it a market place!” All of these
quotes bring to mind real world applications of Jesus’ gospel.
And
then there’s the cross: a political execution awaiting our “holy infant, so
tender and mild.”
So
I wrote this prayer for the children of the world:
In
the name of Jesus who lifted children to his lap
and
said “of such is the kingdom of heaven,”
we
pray for the children of the world:
We
pray for those who live in poverty,
from our own neighborhood to those
in hidden corners of the world.
We
pray for those who live in danger
of abuse, exploitation, violence,
war, and disaster.
We
pray for those who live in hunger and thirst,
those who starve and those who are
malnourished,
those enduring droughts and those whose water is
polluted.
We
pray for those who suffer illiteracy or disease, those who are refugees,
those who are illegal immigrants, those with
disabilities,
those who are oppressed, those whose religion,
culture, tribe, or nation distort their view of themselves and the world.
Your
child, Jesus, suffered with all the children of the world
“because
all are precious in his sight.”
In
the name of Jesus who lifted children to his lap
and
said “of such is the kingdom of heaven,”
we
pray for the children of the world. Amen.
I
posted this on January 15, 2014 and thought new blog followers might like to
read it. Have a meaningful and hopeful new year!
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