I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about Christmas in this new home, well down under my birth land. Christmas is not the same Nordic/Germanic/Victorian routine and after a year here, I’ve come to be delighted to have such a chance to see it new. Suddenly, the reality of incarnation has pounded me on the head. Christmas is God not just with us, but God inside us. At the birth, it didn’t make sense. As Jesus grew, it made some kind of sense if we could wrap our heads around Jesus being God and human at the same time. Lots of theologians are still not sure about that one. But when Jesus’ human life ended and Pentecost arrived, it made sense. Now, for the first time in my short life on earth, I can put together incarnation and this moment. Divine Mystery. Inside. Us. By the reality of Holy Spirit.
Jesus was the human model for who we are called to be, not in behaviours, but a model for ways of seeing and challenging. We need to change from “what would Jesus do?” to “what would Jesus ask?” And instead of processing that question in our heads, we process that question in our hearts and our guts (where a good half of our neurons are anyway). We let Spirit inside of us, God with/inside, gives us the courage to challenge. Christmas is not just all the baby stories. Christmas is about connecting in real time. Eternity and humanity in the same place. No wonder that what we most want this time of year is to be together with people. (Duh). Connecting is what the whole thing is about. Connecting and connecting with purpose.
Before I knew how to describe any of this stuff, I was experiencing it. I give you a pen & ink drawing I did when I was learning art at Uni back in the 1970s and then a poem I did when I’d had my spiritual awakening in the 1980s. I still feel the same.
Breathe with me.
See with me.
(through your other eyes)
(through those other lungs)
Feel the musty mystery cool
move
through,
untouchable
(having touched much).
Know with me the
mystery place deep,
eternity cooled,
calm,
now warm
(having been touched).