Christmas Eve Sermon

The words of an angel came to her;

Spoke of a child who was to save the world;

Spoke of God with Us. The Lord Saves.

The words of an angel came to her.

Said she was to carry the son of God

He will be great, 

He will be called the Son of the Most High.

Do not be afraid.

The words of an angel came to her.

 

What is to become of this baby – this boy

Head now resting in the hay? Afterbirth and blood 

Wiped away the best it could, 

Still scarlet rests

Staining the corners of his eyes. 

 

Eyes of the deepest space. Eyes yet unable to focus

On her face, and still eyes that see the whole of the time and space.

In the black of his pupils – stars reveal their glory;

Grace unimaginable daces in the flecks of his brown irises. 

What is to become of this baby – this boy

Head now resting in the hay? 

 

The mis-shapen head of a newborn.

The dimple deep in his double chin.

The milk from her breast now dry upon his lips.

The breaths – deep and precious – raise his soft belly –

Gentle waves undulate in the glow of the firelight.

Watching this baby the animals stand guard.

What is to become of this baby – this boy 

Head now resting in the hay? 

 

They have come from the house to sit with her.

Scraps of cloth now clothe the new born child.

Watching her watching him. Daddy, can’t but help gab her hand.

In the middle of the busyness of the town; full of pilgrims

Trecking to be taxed. The bustle and noise of exiles –

Long gone now returned – Like Ruth and Naomi – 

The bustle and noise of the day disappear into the crackle of the fire.

The rejection of friends and family now forgotten. Forgiven.

What is to become of this baby – this boy

Head now resting on the hay?

 

Strangers come. Outcasts – outsiders. 

Shepherds from the outskirts come seeking.

Seeking him.

Outcasts – outsiders. The smell of their sheep – 

Foul and fetid – makes its way before them.

They come with the words of angels.

“Gloria in excelsis Deo.” The Armies of God

The fighting armies of the Lord

Shout this is the Prince of Peace. Shalom has come

For them. The outcast outsiders. 

They left the 99 to come and seek the one.

They left the 99 and to be found by the one.

What is to become of this baby – this boy

Head now resting on the hay?

 

What is to become of this baby – this boy

Head now resting on the hay?

 

This is the night, God enters in.

This is the night, grace breaks through.

This is the night, this baby  – this boy  

Head now resting on the hay

This is the night when the armies of God cry Peace

This is the night when love breaks down the door of hate

This is the night when the mighty fall from their perches of power.

This is the night when the mourning, the broken, the abused, the oppressed

Are given their rest; their freedom.

This is night the when the abused, the addicted, the ostracized

Are given home.

This is the night, God enters in.

This is the night, grace breaks through.

This is what becomes of this baby – this boy

Head now resting on the hay.

 

The lame walk. 

The mute speak.

The prisoners freed.

The oppressed set free.

The hurt healed.

The possessed made whole.

The broken mended.

The sinner forgive.

This is the night.

This is what becomes of this baby – this boy

Head now resting on the hay.

 

Betrayed, denied, hated.

Arrested, tried, killed.

This is what becomes of this baby – this boy

Head now resting on the hay.

 

Killed, buried, forgotten.

Risen, healing, breathing.

Forgiveness, grace, mercy.

Death is destroyed. 

The gates of hell slammed shut.

The hope of life restored. 

The gift of love – given freely – with out hesitation.

This is what becomes of this baby – this boy

Head now resting on the hay.

 

The words of an angel came to her;

Spoke of a child who was to save the world.

Spoke of God with us. The Lord saves.

This baby – this boy

Head now resting on the hay.

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