ADVENT HYMN PRESENTATION at the Victorian Christmas Tea - Redemption Lutheran Church, Sunday, December 3, 2017

Happy New Year!!  You know, this IS it…the beginning of the church year.  And how do we begin it?  This year, with the fabulous Gospel of Mark. I don’t know about you, but Matthew was also fun in a different way… Chock full of information and details, Matthew wrote with the heart of a teacher, with the people of Israel in mind.  Now, with Mark’s Gospel, we have a narrative.  It reads like a story, and we can run through it seamlessly, like a movie.

Nevertheless we begin another Church year - and we being with awakening, waiting, and preparation.  It is the season of Advent.  Not a dark, idle time — but a very deep and productive time, and time to see, hope, feel, and experience with all our senses.  

And so, like good Lutherans, we embark on the season of Advent.  It gives us a rhythm for our Christmas preparations.  Perhaps you also celebrate St. Nicholas Day, coming up on December 6 (Santa’s shoes), or St. Lucia’s Day on the 14th (wreaths with candles worn on heads), or maybe you follow a certain devotional calendar.  Perhaps you prepare by decorating your home, opening a daily Advent calendar filled with treats, trinkets, particular sayings, or Bible verses.  Or light the four candles on an Advent wreath….In any event, we participate in rituals that mark the time leading up to the birth of our Savior Jesus Christ.

No matter what we do, however, this is still not in sync with contemporary society around us.  We can talk forever about when is too soon for 101 FM to start playing Christmas Carols (I think they’ve settled on November 20 this year), or when the big box stores start trotting out their  holiday merchandise, but in general society reflects the sentiment, “I want it NOW.”  It’s all about instant gratification. 

Place your Amazon Prime order and get it by TONIGHT!  Hurry!  You get FREE shipping by midnight tonight. Don’t just bid on eBay — buy it NOW!!  

Fast food, fast cars.  Instant video — it can all be done via SmartPhones today.  Many of us rarely send out hard copy Christmas cards these days, though I can say that when I do received one, I am touched in a special way that can never be substituted by a text or e-mail, regardless of how colorful or how many dancing reindeer are on them.

With all this instant stuff,  it is only natural that many folks want their Christmas Carols right away.  Even before November 20.  In church, it becomes a bit challenging once we hit the first Sunday in Advent.  I have people coming to me every year, asking, “Why don’t we sing Christmas carols yet?”

Well, that ’s the point. It’s not Christmas yet, that’s why.  And without going into any great explanation, we’ll use our latest hymnal as an example.  The Evangelical Book of Worship alone contains 27 Advent hymns and includes contributions from all over the world, including Yiddish, Korean, Cameroon, French, Italian, Basque, and Catalan traditions, not to mention the others in our green, blue (With One Voice) and burgundy (This Far By Faith) hymnals.  This gives us at least one song per day to sing throughout Advent, and with this I would like to introduce my project — Songs in the Key of David: Advent Devotional Readings and Songs.  You get the traditional daily readings from the Lectionary, and based on those readings I have chosen a song for each day which you can sing that day by yourself or with a group.

“But I don’t know all the songs,” you will say.  That’s okay, I’m going to put them up each day on FB and a blog site and this way you can get to them every day — I’ll even record it so you can play it back on your phone or computer.

For now, I’d like to go through a few Advent hymns that have touched my life as I’ve become more familiar with them.  And not all of them are dirges, as you might be afraid they are.  Actually, none of them are. Some are chants, some sound like dances. some are more modern and ethereal and talk about stars, the heavens, time and creation.  Some are sad and full of longing for a better time, while at the same time full of faith, hope, and anticipation.  Advent is indeed a very exciting time which needs to be observed and celebrated!

First off, I’d like to begin with today’s hymn, which is actually not an Advent hymn at all, but a song which you might be familiar with called “Have Thine Own Way, Lord.”  I chose this one because it refers to the potter and the clay, which is straight from today’s Isaiah reading.  There are 3 verses but all in all it’s very short.  Please join me in singing.

So when we think of an Advent hymn, we usually think of …”O Come O Come Emmanuel,” right? And that’s about the extent of it.

Our first Advent hymn is “Light One Candle to Watch for Messiah.”  F irst published in 1984 for unison choir as one of Three Songs for Advent, its composer, Wayne Wold, uses a melody from a Yiddish folk tune called TIF IN VELDELE,” which means “deep in the forest.” Let’s sing one verse of this hauntingly beautiful tune as we wait for light beyond our darkness.

Do you remember the tune “Morning Has Broken?”  The text of our next song, People Look East,”  is written by Eleanor Farjeon, who is best known for her more famous song, “Morning Has Broken,” which is also in the ELW.  Her brothers also helped her write the text.  We find Love in the form of the Star, Rose and also the Bird, added as an extra stanza between the two.  The tune for this song is a French carol tune and is said to have originated in eastern France.  You may also know it as the English carol, “Shepherd Shake Off Your Drowsy Sleep.”

By contrast, “Comfort, Comfort Now My People” is a very old hymn dating back to the sixteenth century. This is a very old German tune from the 1500s called “Freu’ Dich Sehr” = basically, “rejoice greatly,”  This tune can be traced back to a French melody that may go back to the year 1505. In 1541, this psalm tune was brought to Geneva, which, under John Calvin, did not have choral music or even instrumental music in worship at that time.  Mary, Queen of Scots, is purported to have heard it sung and this is part of how Psalm singing was brought back to England and eventually led to the creation of the Genevan Psalter.  The words are from Johann Olearius, who lived in the early 17th Century.  It begins on verse 1 of Isaiah 40 and goes to verse 5.

Next, we have something a bit more unusual.  “Come Now, O Prince of Peace” is a Korean hymn.  Written by a Taiwanese composer,  I-to Loh, it was published in 1990 and is based on 2 Corinthians 5:17-20.  It was written for the opening worship service of the world conference for the peace and reunification of the Korean peninsula held in Inchon on April 1988, so it is fairly recent.  IN this tune, Eastern and Western elements come together.  By itself this tune easily stands alone and is among the most accessible to Westerners, who often find Asian tunes difficult because they lack a driving beat and do not presume a Western harmonic syntax (explain pentatonic scale).

Unlike the hymn we just sang, this next song has been written far more recently.  Susan Palo Cherwien is one of our contemporaries and has written volumes of contemporary hymns and this is one of her best known songs.  She is from Ohio, her husband is a renowned church musician, and together they have two sons.  For “As the Dark Awaits the Dawn,” (261), Susan has collatorated with Carl Schalk, who is perhaps best known as host of  the radio program, “The Lutheran Hour.”  Just the list of all of his musical compositions, books, and articles takes up 30 pages!  Some of you have sung this song with us in God’s Grace Choir.  You can really hear the level of light moving from darkness to dawn in this beautiful, relaxing piece.  What a lovely way to begin your Advent devotional time.

We go back to Isaiah 40 in “Prepare the Royal Highway,” which has its origins in Scandinavia.  A highways for he King of Kings is made straight, we sing of palms strewn in Christ’s entry into Jerusalem, and peace, freedom, justice, truth, and love with sounding praise reflect Isaiah 40 and the chapters that follow.  The tune is a pretty old one (1694-95), the words about 100 years later.  It has that Scandinavian “flavor!”

“The Angel Gabriel” is based on a Basque carol — in the Euskara language - which is apparently a language like no other — there isn’t another language associated with this.  Bring that up because i learned that their word for Gabriel is “Birijina” which might be a cute alternative name for my daughter Gabi, which is short for Gabriela.  Anyway, this song was made famous in a beautiful version performed by Sting.  It has a compound background beat (3 pulses to a beat) which makes it especially interesting.  This song depicts the passage from Luke 1 and summarizes Mary’s song in verses 46-55.  The “Gloria” at the end of each stanza gives us a peek at the angels’ song in Luke 2.

Finally, we end with “My Soul Proclaims Your Greatness” which is , of course, Mary’s response to the angel Gabriel’s message.  This was crafted by Martin Seltz and Frank W. Stoldt, both contemporary composers and musicians.  Martin Seltz is publisher for worship and music at Augsburg Fortress and one of the editors of this hymnal, Evangelical Lutheran Book of Worship.

I thank you all for joining me through this whirlwind flight of Advent music, and it is my hope and prayer that you will all have a very blessed and meaningful season of preparetion.  Let us pray….

Songs in the Key of David: Journey Through Advent in Scripture and Song - Monday, December 4, 2017

Swords, Ploughshares, Figs, Transformation (and what IS figgy pudding anyway?)

Advent: The "O" Antiphons

Advent Music!  “Good grief!   Does this mean we have to sing dirges for four whole weeks?? No Christmas carols at all?  Just “O Come, O Come Emmanuel” for a month?  With all those verses??”

Well, as you probably guessed, I happen to love Advent hymns.  But I wasn’t raised singing them.  It wasn’t until I rediscovered my Lutheran heritage as an adult about ten years ago that I became enthralled with its lyrics, music, message, and origins in the ancient Church.  Many of these melodies are based on chants dating back to the third century of the Common Era.  I find them to be a marvelous, meaningful antidote to the frenzy and hype of modern commercialism this time of year.  Did you know that hymns 239-267 of Evangelical Lutheran Worship, our newest Lutheran “hymnal,”  are all Advent hymns? That’s 28 hymns for Advent —   and surprise! — “Joy to the World (#267) ” is one of them!

Now,  I suppose you’re still wondering about “O Come, O Come Emmanuel (#257).”  This is just one example of many ancient chants found among those 28 hymns.  This is probably the quintessential Advent hymn. It is derived from seven “O Antiphons” for use at the Vespers before and after the Magnificat in the last days of Advent, from December 17 to 23.  Loaded with Old and New Testament references, these antiphons come from the time of Charlemagne in the eighth century or earlier and are as follows:

December 17

O Sapientia, quae es ora altissima . . . = O Wisdom from on High

December 18

O Adonai et dux domus Israel . . .   = O Lord and leader of the house of Israel!

December 19

O Radix Jesse qui stas in signum popularum . . . = O Root of Jesse, who stood as a standard of the people…

December 20

O Clavis David et spectrum domus Israel . . . `= O Key of David and scepter of the house of Israel . . .

December 21

O Oriens, splendor lucis aeternae . . . = O Dayspring, splendor of eternal light, 

December 22

O Rex gentium, et desideratus earum . . . = O longed-for King of nations . . .

December 23

O Emmanuel, rex et legifer noster . . . = O Emmanuel, our king and lawgiver…

The first letters of the key second words, when they are read backwards, spell Ero cras,  which means “I will be tomorrow,” that  is, on Christmas Eve, December 24.  You get the Advent message of preparation by waiting for it day by day. letter by letter.  But it also suggests an even deeper meaning for the entire church year.  In reading the acrostic backwards, the opposite suggests “I was yesterday.”(1)  (“Jesus Christ the same yesterday, today, and forever.” ~ Hebrews 13:8)  

Thanks be to God.  A blessed Advent season to all of you!!

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(1) Paul Westermeyer, Evangelical Lutheran Worship Hymnal Companion.  Minneapolis: Augsburg Fortress (2010), 24-25.

Triduum Retreat -- Trappe, PA -- April 9, 2016

At first glance, the Three Days’ Retreat scheduled to be held in Trappe, PA this past weekend seemed to have a similar feel to one I had attended in 2014, based on the same theme.  We were to celebrate the Three Days — Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter Vigil — using the festival liturgy based on John, experiencing it all as one continuous service taking place within the span of a single day.   I rode up to Trappe in the same car, with the same driver (Sharon Richter).  The weather, however, seemed a bit more foreboding than what was forecasted two years ago, resembling a spring day to a much greater degree, so to speak.  So, armed with my pan of frozen lasagna (as instructed for the pot luck), we parked the car and trudged through the rain into the main church building, where we were meeting in the parish hall.
What also made it different this year was that this was now a joint event with the folks from Gettysburg Seminary.   Sharing and connecting seemed to happen almost as soon as we climbed into our respective carpools, continuing into our setup in the Fellowship Hall of Augustana Lutheran Church.  One of my colleagues from LTSP was struggling to put together her sermon for the next day, and a student from Gettysburg was more than happy to walk through the Gospel reading with her, offering some very astute suggestions.  I found it very heartening to witness this exchange, especially in light of the imminent changes to both seminaries.
Before we knew it, it was time to practice for the Maundy Thursday service.  We walked over to the beautiful old church, taking care not to trip over the various stones embedded in the walkway. Each was marked with the name of a founding immigrant congregation, many from the German Vaterland, so this was very interesting.  I tried to find hints linking me to the Black Forest and southern Germany, where my parents and ancestors were born.
After lunch, people began filing in for the service, all bundled up in their winter clothing, hats, and gloves.  It was probably about 35 degrees in that old stone building, which, needless to say, had no heat.  During lunch, there were slight murmurings regarding the foot-washing fro the Maundy Thursday portion.  How this would be handled in the cold was anybody’s guess, but the leaders seemed to know what they were doing and set up for it as though it was that same spring day (65 degrees) two years earlier.
There is a quaint clock tower somewhere on the premises that chimes at every quarter hour.  This is a nice way to mark the time — the Westminster Chimes chopped up into palatable quarters like four generous slices of pizza.  I could go for having my time divvied up like this on a regular basis.  We couldn’t help but mark the time as it chimed on the quarter-hours, and hearing this, sometimes interspersed with our singing, made the time fly.  Since this was the second time I had attended this retreat, I sensed more of a flow now.  The three services moved in and out of each other and it was, indeed, like a single service moving through the Three Days.
Another element of this experience was its sensual, experiential aspect.  Yes, it was quite cold that day, and this will continue to loom large in our collective memory, but there is no substitute for meeting in a 300 year old chilly, damp, church with stark wooden benches and a cobblestone floor.  It instantly transported us into a simpler time, when dealing with the elements was a much larger challenge than it is today, and hence, a much larger part of life itself.  It illuminated and informed what was going on inside of us, and this was particularly prevalent at the Good Friday service, though it began on Maundy Thursday.
The first few hymns for the first service were rather tentative, as many participants seemed apprehensive about spending most of this day out here in a frigid church.  The nervous energy increased somewhat as the foot-washing began.  I never had any doubt that I wanted to participate, so I was one of the first to squeeze out of those narrow pews with the doors on them and sit out front.  I wore my Ugg boots (barefoot in sheepskin boots), so taking them off was no big deal because I purposely didn’t wear socks.  I was a tad bit afraid of my bum toe, which was taped to the next toe since I thought I had broken it a few days earlier.
None of this seemed to matter, because for me, it wasn’t about my own feet being washed.  There was an older African American woman I had seen around campus previously but never met personally, and I got to wash her feet.  Later she told me she had never experienced this before.  The water was comfortably warm and it really felt great to have our feet washed, despite the cold.  Truly, what felt even better was to be able to cradle this lady’s foot in my hand and pour the water over her feet and dry them off.  It was a big step closer to community.  The service ended differently from the way it began.  We found a common purpose.  WE were “gathered.”  Yes, this happened earlier in a different way at lunch, but now we were gathered in a more ancient sense, through the common bond of our Christian faith.
I had the honor of taking part as a cantor for the Gospel (The Passion of Saint John), chanting the role of the crowd and other characters (known as the Sinagoga).  Physically being transported to this very different location and portraying such a poignant story thrust all three of the cantors (Lorraine Cotter, Dr. Michael Krentz and myself) into an almost alternate universe for a time.  Following this chanted Gospel reading was Jay Mitchell’s extremely poignant Sermon, in which he told the story of the Crucifixion through the lens of Mary, the mother of Jesus.  His flashbacks to the early days of Jesus as a boy (while he was hanging on the cross, dying)  showed a great sensitivity to her plight as Christ’s human mother.   As he chanted the Solemn Reproaches, Dr. Michael Krentz was audibly moved.  He choked up as he sang from the small balcony, “…but you have prepared a cross for your Savior,”  which moved us all to tears.  Between the chanted Passion, the Sermon, the Adoration of the Cross, and the Solemn Reproaches, we had all moved into a much more intimate space both together and individually.  We were now connected to one another by virtue of sharing a deeper individual connection to Christ’s Passion.
Coming out of this, we took a break for dinner.  In many ways it was a much-needed pause, because the Tenebrae service was so intense.  When I was there two years ago, it was a lovely spring day and we were able to wander around the graveyard and look at the old headstones, some dating back to the 17th and 18th centuries.  This year, however,  the old cemetery was covered with an increasingly thick “dusting” of snow (on April 9, no less) which looked stunningly beautiful and incited different feelings that were no less contemplative.  It just brought out other elements in a different way.  I tended to see the snow-covered graveyard holistically — as a single, white, textured entity that stood for something greater than ourselves.  The springtime cemetery, on the other hand,  was something to walk through and explore, the damp grass something squishy to navigate through.
Before we knew it, sunset loomed, and it was time to begin the Easter Vigil.  Since we couldn’t walk through the cemetery, we gathered on the steps of the Fellowship Hall and built the fire in the parking lot in front of it.  Our gathering now felt different from the way we left Good Friday.  We had now moved from being a community to being a unit, and what struck me were the folks from other traditions and how they seemed to have gone through a metamorphosis of sorts.  At the beginning, their main concern (and all of ours, really) was staying warm, and there was this prevailing uncertainty about the whole experience.  Now we stood together, clumped on the porch and steps of this building, lighting our individual candles, laughing, and chatting excitedly.  Those who had never gone through this type of day were almost giddy in anticipation.  I think they were ready for Easter, but this Vigil service surprised them.  It was evident once the service began, and the Exsultet was being sung.  Imagine a chanted Exsultet , peppered with “Yess” and “Amen!”  It was truly rich to hear, and it catapulted us downstairs for the readings.  All of the readings (Moses, Miriam’s Song, Nebuchadnezzar, the Fiery Furnace, among others) were punctuated by some very well-matched songs and percussion instruments such as rain sticks, Djembes, and a shruti box (think India and drones on a perfect fifth).  The stories were all read so well, with charismatic and colorful flavor.  The responses to each narrative were spontaneous and of the type you would hear in a Baptist church.  It was worship of the engaged, connected kind.  It was beautiful (but perhaps challenging for the reader) to see the lectern lit solely by the light of about a half-dozen candles.
We sang, we read, and the warmth in our hearts catapulted us forward and back upstairs, toward the path to the church, where we would stop at the font to remember our Baptism.  All that fire!  All those candles!  And the cold!  We could see our breath as we sang “Alleluia!”  Then we were all sprinkled with clear, sparkling water!  This moment, indeed, felt “new.”
Refreshed, we moved down the tiny aisle of the church, now completely dark in and of itself, but illuminated with close to 40 candles, if not more.  We sang more Alleluias as we prepared for the Eucharist.  This time we had all simply gathered around the Table, we did not sit in the pews.  The music lent itself to movement and dancing.  The Passing of the Peace was lively.  For me, Communion was profound as this remarkable day came to a close.
I knew I would probably come away from this retreat with a deeper, more profound sense of spirituality, especially since I had done this before.  What I didn’t expect this time around was the authentic connection between me and my classmates, for which I am extremely grateful.  One moment that stands out for me is the short chat I had with Benson Williams before the Tenebrae service.  We had just put on our albs and he remarked how he felt a bit like a fish out of water, and we shared experiences since we were both raised in the Pentecostal Church.  We marveled how some of the more drastic differences between this and more liturgical traditions actually had more commonalities than are seen at face value, and how both elements (structure and “spirit,” for lack of a better description) are needed in worship of any sort, regardless of denomination.
I found a new bond with my brother Benson and washed the feet of an older lady I had never met before.  I wept with Lorraine while freezing on an incredibly uncomfortable bench during Jay Mitchell’s sermon, I met a really nice guy from Gettysburg named Eric, took some incredible pictures  of the stained glass windows at Augustana Lutheran, and had wonderful conversations with Sharon, Evelyn and Maggie on the drive to and from the retreat.  It truly was an essential and unforgettable experience.  Thanks be to God!

America's Gone Sheepish: BAnter, BAcklash, and Backstabbing

“There’s something crooked about that Hillary, she can’t be trusted,” commented my high school bff, sullying my pristinely optimistic Facebook page.

Really?  In this day and age of political civility?  How is this even possible?

I kind of get it.  On the surface, it looks weird.  The former First Lady moves to New York in order to gain residency so that she can run for Senator.  So what?  She wanted to be Senator.  She ran. She won.  Personally, I have no problem with that.  They elected her.  I, too, am a New York native, though I left and resettled in the warmer climes of Pennsylvania long before she became “their” Senator.  I would have loved to have her as my senator.  Still, I hear disgruntled rumblings from most New York State residents, so I had to do some detective work to find out more about the horrible things she did there to make that many people upset — apparently so upset that she still won the primary in “their” state.

What’s up with that?  Did she threaten to build a wall or something?  Does Hillary have an image problem?  Is shrill really worse than obnoxious?

Shall we take a look? I will try to remain unbiased.  After all, objectivity is awfully hard to come by these days.  Objectively speaking, Clinton has more experience than any other presidential candidate, no matter what conjecture says.  She has a proven track record, just by virtue of having endured as long as she has.  Doesn’t this count for anything?

Just today (April 27), the Washington Post proclaimed, “Clinton is the only insider surviving in the year of the outsider.”  The Republican party has chosen an outsider for their front-runner, and the Democrats are going with an insider.  Robert Shurm, a strategist who is a veteran of Democratic presidential campaigns, explains why:  “I think Democrats really want to win, and they’re not willing to sacrifice winning to ideology and grievance, which I think in the Republican Party is the case”

Benghazi?  According to factcheck.org, “The Fact Checker previously looked into allegations that Hillary Clinton had told two stories after the 2012 Benghazi attacks that left four Americans dead — a private one that it was a terrorist attack and the public one that blamed Muslim outrage over a YouTube video. The evidence was mixed, open to interpretation, but we concluded that there was not enough for GOP rivals to make definitive judgments that she lied.“ “The Republican chairman and ranking Democrat on the House Benghazi committee each distorted the facts during TV appearances to discuss the committee’s work.”

Campaign finance reform is overrated and could be yet another smokescreen to diffuse the real issues and the true merits of candidates that really matter and could move this country forward, merits and facts that could lead to making informed decisions.

The age-old concern remains:  What are we teaching our kids if we give in to this circus?  The OJ Trial was never put to rest, so what do they do?  Give him a reality show.  Trump’s Apprentice is off the air, so now he runs for President, making little distinction between his experiences as a businessman and reality TV star.  And we’re buying into the drama, the fluff, the freak show — hook, line and sinker.

We need to spend more time checking facts and less time listening to the endless circle of shouting matches on television.  What are we really hearing?  Is it anything of substance, or just the 24/7 barrage of 3 B’s (banter, backlash, and backstabbing) between candidates?

Instead of waving our Bibles around in lame ideological efforts to save our country in the name of God, perhaps we could look at 2 Timothy 1:7 (NRS) “for God did not give us a spirit of cowardice, but rather a spirit of power and of love and of self-discipline.” Let’s start using that power to make informed choices!


Lisa H. Thomas is a wife, mother, music director, and MDiv/MAR degree candidate at the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Philadelphia. She lives in Northeast Philadelphia. LHThomas@LTSP.edu

He Came Down

Click click... rip.. rip.. rip.... tick tick tick....

The pages of the calendar are torn off one by one and fly into the air, and the big hand of the clock goes around in a circle.  It’s like those old newsreels from the 1950s and 60s to indicate the passage of time.  How interesting that in this age of smartphones, computers, digital devices and such that everything can be measured down to the nanosecond. There’s really no element of time that can’t be measured, and yet things can be broken down to the tiniest, most infinitesimal degree, yet… Time still goes by so fast.  It always amazes me.

Although I don’t want to preach the calendar today, I know I will end up talking about time, like it or not.  We all know that the holiday season is winding down.  People are tired.   I know that can’t be the only one when I say that I feel fat and sluggish, and it may take us a couple of weeks to get back into our regular routines again.  

What better time to hear about what we’re really talking about today, and that is the Word.  That most wonderful passage from the first chapter of John, that just blows my mind and is probably one of my favorite passages in all of Scripture.  But this wasn’t always the case.  This is the Prologue to the Book of John, the Fourth Gospel, written as hymn.

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was God, and the Word was with God.”  I don’t know about you, but I used to find it to be a bunch of confusing words.  Sometimes I still do, but if you look and listen closely, it gives you a window into heaven and the seeds of God’s truth — a clearer vision of things we cannot ordinarily describe with words. 

Words. The WORD — the logos, Greek for “Word, Spirit, Mind.”  The Word is not only the Word of God — today we know it as the Bible, because that’s what we have in our hands today, something tangible.  But the Word existed long before  that.  It is God’s identity.  It makes me think of God’s spirit in the Genesis story of creation, “hovering over the face of the deep,” before anything was made.

“HE was in the beginning with God.”  Jesus, the Holy Spirit.  The Trinity.

“All things came into being through him” — through God — “and without him not one thing came into being.  What has come into being was life, and the life was the light of all people.”

What was the first word God said when he created the universe?  “Let there be LIGHT!”  

The LIGHT.  My mother told me that the first word I ever spoke was a german word.  My siblings and I grew up speaking German, and I didn’t really grasp how to speak proper English until I was about 5 or 6.  I used the word “Lichtele,” which means “little light,”  like “this little light of mine, I’m gonna LET it shine…”  

There it is.  I’ll ask you again.  What was the FIRST WORD God said when He created the universe?  I’m saying this because of the word “LET.”  It’s not like you’re gonna “make” it shine — it’s THERE already!  God has given it to us (Jesus gave it to me…) so I’m gonna LET it shine.

Although, LIGHT seems like the operative word here, we need to focus on the fact that he said LET there be light, implying that the light was always there, before and throughout eternity, before time even began for us.  Let.  Allow.  “Let your light shine,” not MAKE the light.  That was already done for us.  The light has always been there. We need to allow it to continue. 

“The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it.” 

Yet…

Have there NOT been times when it appears that the darkness has overcome it?  Look at our world today.  All you have to do is read one of the Year in Review articles in the news this week— to get the sense that there is much to FEAR - the refugee situation, not just in Europe but all over the world; gun violence in our cities and schools, natural disasters that seem to hit the most needy when they least expect it, vital funding being postponed or withheld by those in places of power…

We are living in a world of fear.  That fear permeates our society right now. Right on the edge of our daily life looms the threat of terrorism and violence, strange things happening at things that are supposed to be happy, like the Mummer’s Day Parade, where certain groups of people, because of fear, cannot understand others that are not of the same racial, political, or belief system as they.  It causes tension. It causes nervous laughter and strange versions of comedy that offend others.

These are just a few examples that make us think that maybe the darkness has overcome it.

But Jesus tells us “Be of good courage, for I have overcome the world.”  So we know that we can go on, because the light is there.  And it continues to shine.  Because the darkness has not — and will not — overcome it.

• Are we willing to stand with the light of Christ as it continues to shine in the darkness?
• Are we willing to be children of God in response to God’s willingness to be born a child for us?

These are some of the questions that John’s Prologue asks each time it is read.

Just last week, after our 10 pm Christmas Eve service, a very tired and exhausted me plunked herself down on the couch after playing and singing three services that evening.  As I’ve customarily done for the past 5 years or so, I turned on the Midnight Mass from the Vatican. 

And so we went through the service, hearing familiar readings as well as songs, when all of a sudden a beautiful image popped up. I believe it was after the Gospel reading. They brought up this huge volume which was actually an ancient copy of the Book of John, filled with drawings and colorful lettering, presumably from the early centuries of Christendom.  They raised the book as was done during the reading of the Gospel (John 1), and then carried it over to the statue of the Baby Jesus, opening the book and placing it behind him.

To see the WORD made FLESH in such a tangible way gave me goosebumps and made me  want to shout “Glory to God!”

Pope Francis started reading in Italian, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was God, and the Word was with God.”  

In the beginning - takes us back to Genesis, back to the time when God created the Earth.  Here we’re talking Time again — God’s time.  And I want to keep these pictures in your mind as we go along — that God’s time is quite a bit different from ours — We read in Psalms as well as 2 Peter - “a thousand ages in our sight” equal about a day in God’s time. 

God’s time is outside of our own earthly perception.  It’s constantly going back to the beginning, in the form of a circle.  God’s grace, God renews us, is restoring us. God created the earth, yet he continues to create every day, so it’s always this circle.  So we have us, and we have God, in this continuum.

And the great thing about this continuum, this circular pattern, is that we could jump out of our line into God’s circle anytime we want to, and He will accept us and take us right into that circle.  There will not be a time we’ll have to wait.  God is there for us, will meet us where we are, and take us on that ride like in a carousel, a merry-go-round, not skipping a beat.  

Then we have the coming of Jesus, which breaks into our little time line rather suddenly and at a very distinctive point.  God came down to us — vertical — came down! — into our line, and intersected it so that we may live in community with God forever.  

God did that for us by sending His son, at the appointed time.  There we have the cross — God’s coming down and intersects with our linear lives.  And yet, surrounding all of that, is God’s grace, God’s circle.  

Christ came down into our living history at a very decisive point.  It was a time appointed by God.  AS we experience over the past couple of weeks he came as a baby in a very unlikely way.

Because God came down into our history, to combat fear - the constant fear of being attacked and hurt, robbed of life as we know it, he came down that we might have LOVE.

Christ came down that we might have LIGHT.  Light that shines in the darkness, light that lights up our world and makes US lights in the world to help others.

LOVE, LIGHT, PEACE. All those things together give us JOY.  And I pray that the joy that came to the world that night in Bethlehem will stay with you throughout 2016 and the rest of your lives, because that is why God came down as Jesus, and those are the things that tell us that Jesus is here. 

LOVE, LIGHT, PEACE and JOY.  May it be yours, now and always.  AMEN.