Luke 2:7a.
I.
When Jesus opened his mortal eyes for
the first time, what does he see?
What do the eyes of God see from this new perspective? Certainly he sees straw, and strips of
linen, and the interior of a candlelit cave, for tradition has it that the
Bethlehem municipal stable was situated in a cave. And he sees barn animals, perhaps birds in the rafters, and
the relieved face of his father, and the exhausted, gleaming, smiling face of
his mother.
He would have heard and smelled the
muffled sounds and musty scents of a barn. He would have felt for the first time the sensation of cold
air on wet skin. He would have
instinctively gasped for his first breath, which must be a bracing and weird
feeling for all of us who were used to getting oxygen in liquid form for nine months.
These must have been his first experiences
of life in this world. They were
not all that different from what every one of us experienced, even if we can’t
remember. For most of us it was
the interior of a hospital room and masked doctors and nurses. But the experience of this big world
must come as a complete shock to all of us. So the first thing we do is cry.
And why should we not cry? We have just
been flushed out of paradise through no fault of our own, a place where all our
needs were automatically met, a climate-controlled place of extreme comfort,
where our whole life swum to the steady rhythm of our mother’s heartbeat.
Suddenly everything is an effort,
starting with the breathing. And
nothing happens automatically anymore, now everything must be cried for. So we cry.
One of our favorite Christmas hymns
says of Jesus’ birth, “But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes.” I think these words represent the
wishful thinking of a parent who has vivid memories of a baby screaming his
lungs out at 3 am, and can’t imagine that of Jesus. Or perhaps of a theologian who intends to make Jesus more
perfect and spiritual than real.
But I find it hard to believe that Jesus did not cry when he was
born. Indeed, a doctor would
probably be very concerned that something might be terribly wrong with a non-crying infant.
I think Jesus did cry... but not just for the reasons we cry when we are born.
Not out of anger, or discomfort, or fear, or shock, or reflex, any of
the reasons we imagine a baby begins her or his interaction with the world by
screaming bloody-murder.
II.
Jesus is God. And, though it is impossible for us to even imagine the
thoughts of God, perhaps we may reflect on what it meant for God to suddenly
start seeing the world through our eyes.
I think Jesus cried just out of sheer love and pity for us, that we
could live and be conscious and see so little. That we could be so lonely and fragile. What must it be like to go from being
able to see and perceive everything in the universe at once — galaxies, supernovae,
molecules, subatomic particles, planets, gamma rays, ecosystems, elephants,
amoebas, thoughts, feelings, angels and archangels, seraphs and cherubs, and
everything — to being limited to this impossibly tiny space inside a barn?
What must it be like to go from being,
as one classic Presbyterian prayer has it, “infinite, eternal and unchangeable,
glorious in holiness, full of love and compassion, abundant in grace and
truth,” to being a little bundle of meat wrapped in a blanket? One minute he is omnipotent, the next
he needs someone to carry him around, keep him warm, feed him, burp him, change
him, and rock him to sleep. He who
spoke the whole universe into being now can’t even communicate to his parents
well enough so they can figure out whether he is cold or hungry or in pain.
I think he did cry. But not out of grief for his own loss
of stature, not because he missed the glories of heaven. But because he now knows the kind of
life we humans have to live every moment of every day. Now he experiences first-hand the
consequences of the sin that we have been enduring for generation after
miserable generation. Now he
understands why it has been so hard for God to get through to people — he sends
the Law, he sends the prophets, he sends the Scriptures, and people still don’t
get it.
Now he understands that the humans are
just trying to stay alive from moment to moment. Our life is incredibly delicate and we enter existence in a
desperate fight for breath and sustenance and security. We only live for a few decades at best,
which is the briefest of fleeting instants. And we can’t see beyond a few hundred yards and even that is
only a tiny fraction of the light spectrum, and on and on and on. And it must have broken his heart
immediately.
We know how our hearts break when our
child experiences failure or loss, or illness or pain, or, God forbid, abuse or
neglect. When they come up against
their limitations and realize their own weaknesses, we love them all the more
because that is the human condition and we’re all stuck in it. Or even more when they make mistakes
and out of their own willfulness get themselves into pain and misery. We warn them and they don’t
listen. And they make it worse for
themselves and there’s nothing we can do about it. Except watch with breaking hearts and be there if they come
back to us.
In Jesus God experiences all this from
the inside. Like the good king who
dons a disguise and goes to live with the peasants, or like the beneficent boss
who surreptitiously works for a while on the assembly line or on the shipping
dock, or like the general who mucks around in the trenches on the front-line
with the troops. In Jesus, God
suddenly experiences the life of these others whom he loves, and loves them all
the more.
III.
Jesus does cry. He cries for us. He cries the tears we don’t even know
enough to cry because we don’t know any different. This is just the human condition, we think. You gotta play the hand you’re dealt,
we think.
But Jesus knows different. He knows what the Father’s original
intention was, for he is the Father’s
original intention. He knows the
true nature of the life we are given, because he’s the One who gave it to us. He knows the true expanse of the
universe and our place in it. He
knows what we are still capable of, and what potential God has placed within
us, and what our true destiny is.
And he sees how we throw it away in our blindness, trading in our
destiny for trivialities and trinkets and ephemeral comforts and perishable
securities.
And perhaps this infant’s tears of pity
and sadness changed into tears of hope and even joy when he looked into the
face of his mother. Because in
spite of all this weakness he now knows, all this fragility, limitedness,
smallness, and mortality; in spite of how much work and effort it took just to
keep a body alive; in spite of the fact that these people couldn’t even
normally see angels, much less the
abiding Presence of God all around them, in the face of all that, some still
trusted in God. All they had was
an old book and some arcane rituals, but some still believed. Some still heard God’s call and said
“yes” to it, even when it was very costly to do so.
“I am the servant of the Lord; let it
be to me according to your Word.”
That’s what his mother had said to the angel who announced his
conception. And the mere fact that
she could be a mortal human, as he now was, and not be God, as he was, and
still have the depth of faith to say this... well, it must have meant that this
baby’s life would not be in vain.
There was at least this something to work with. There were still people who trusted in
God and put their lives into God’s hands.
There were still people who would pay attention.
“God became human,” confessed the early
Church, “So that human beings might become God.” Just as God, in Christ Jesus, becomes one of us, so also we,
in Christ Jesus, become restored to God.
Just as God sees our world through our eyes in Jesus, so also in Jesus
we see things from God’s perspective.
And the Incarnation, which is the theological term for what we celebrate
at Christmas, is precisely where this all comes together. And it is all about love.
IV.
God becomes one of us out of love,
choosing and affirming and taking on our whole mortal existence. And out of the same love we now choose
and affirm and take on the very life of God, revealed to us in Jesus Christ, as
did Mary. This life is a life of
love and joy, salvation and peace, goodness and truth, faithfulness and
hope.
God sees us through Jesus’ eyes.
Through Jesus’ eyes we see who God
really is. And in the process we
come to see ourselves, who we really are in the sight of God, which
is the only sight that matters. In
God’s eyes we are not the mortal, broken, limited, doomed creatures we think we
are. No. To God we are children of light, destined for glory. Christ comes to reveal that to us. Just as he opened his eyes that holy
night in Bethlehem, so now he opens our
eyes.
And we behold that our world is not as
we perceive it with our eyes of flesh, but with our eyes of the Spirit we now
see, as Paul proclaims ecstatically in Ephesians: that “Before the foundation
of the world [God] chose us in Christ to be his people, to be without blemish
in his sight, to be full of love; and he predestined us to be adopted as his
children through Jesus Christ....
In Christ our release is secured and all our sins forgiven through the shedding
of his blood. In the richness of
his grace God has lavished on us all wisdom and insight. He has made known to us his secret
purpose... namely that the universe, everything in heaven and on earth might be
brought into a unity in Christ.”
Because Christ comes to be with us,
through him we come to be with God.
That’s what’s going on here.
That’s the message of Christmas.
That is the good news.
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