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Now, ain't that the truth! That is exactly what life brings us. Some "gold" - not just money, but the precious moments we occasionally encounter; circumstance - lots of that, and most unpredictable; and mud - more of that than we want, the bad patches where we and our world sometimes get stuck.
"Gold, circumstance, and mud." Tonight, all in the same place. Hmm. Think about that for a moment.
The mud is surely all around us. The news from Iraq today is that three more of our young troops died this morning. They were killed by a roadside bomb as they traveled in a convoy near Samarra, a town north of Baghdad. How many is that now? And this year the soldiers don't even get Bob Hope for at least a little taste of Christmas back home.
Think any of them are humming "White Christmas" tonight? It is the most popular song ever written - recorded more, sung more, played more, listened to more, than any music ever. Irving Berlin wrote it in 1941 and knew immediately that he had created something special. In fact, when he met with his colleagues the morning after he wrote "White Christmas," he reportedly said, "Fellas, I just wrote the best song in the history of the world."(2) It was very popular during World War II when so many young Americans were separated from their families and living and fighting in difficult, dangerous circumstances far from home, and it is no doubt equally popular in Iraq tonight. But it is just a dream for them this year. This year it's Mud.
Here in the US we get the wonderful news that Mad Cow disease has reached America, and already a number of countries have snapped into action and prohibited any imports of US beef. Agriculture officials tell us not to worry, but what would we expect them to say? Stop eating at McDonald's? We hope the Christmas turkey or goose is safe. More Mud.
Speaking of safe, are we? We in the United States are at Alert Stage Orange tonight. No one outside of Washington seems to know what that means exactly - they keep telling us to go about our business as if nothing were wrong, but... If nothing else, the Orange Alert does remind us that this globe is a dangerous place. Other parts of the world know this better than we, of course. The news from Bethlehem today is that about 1,000 people gathered in Manger Square listening to carols playing through loudspeakers and watching the annual Christmas Eve procession into the church that holds the traditional birthplace of Jesus. Hundreds of thousands of tourists used to throng Bethlehem in the weeks before Christmas, and the large square by the Church of the Nativity would fill with people on Christmas Eve. But during the past three years of violence, most potential pilgrims, like most potential tourists, have stayed away.(3) Mud, mud, and more mud.
And we get circumstance. There is a lot to our lives that never makes the national news, but is no less real, and in many ways is incredibly more important, at least to us. This is the first Christmas since Dad died, the first since the divorce, the year that the cancer came back, the year the plant closed down and everything got put on hold because, even though they say the economy is turning around, there are still no jobs out there. Circumstance.
Listen to Barbara Brown Taylor:
I know...this is a hard time of the year. There is that empty chair to deal with, that stocking that stays folded in the box. All the rituals that were designed for two or more are now up to you alone, and it is like the sound of one hand clapping. Christmas is the season you wait to see if the hurt has let up any since this time last year -- and you want it to, so you can get on with your life -- and you don't want it to, because that might mean you have stopped caring. Meanwhile, the memories rise up to meet you swamping you with a melancholy so sweet you can almost taste it in the back of your throat.Hmm. Mud. Circumstance. But there is the GOLD too. The children that have returned home for the holiday. The Christmas card from a friend not heard from for a decade. The acceptance letter from the first-choice college that came in the midst of the cards. The new puppy out in the garage who will enchant the children tomorrow morning while making a huge mess, but so what! The Christmas Carol that triggers a memory from long, long ago. The hug you got tonight from the one whose friendship you had feared was lost forever because of some stupid, petty words that had slipped out in a moment of frustration. Yes, along with the circumstance and mud, there is gold, all jumbled up together.
In a way, we have known that for years. As we hear the Christmas story and listen to the familiar drama unfold, as we travel in our mind back to Bethlehem, we sing it over and over: "the hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight." On this one night of nights, everything bad and everything good come together. Hopes. Fears. The gold, the circumstance, the mud.
We can choose which of those will influence us most. For me, I choose the gold. I hear the angels gathered above saying "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news..." while we bring the gold, circumstance and mud or "the hopes and fears" of this past year...really, all the hopes & fears of our lives. They are not extra baggage. They are who we are and what we are. What we do with them is up to us.
Would you like some help with them? Ultimately, that is why we are here tonight, isn't it? We remember why that baby came, and as we gather at the table, those fears we carry are suddenly wrapped in the swaddling clothes of hope.
Gold, circumstance, mud. We bring them all the Jesus, and, "Glory to God in the highest," we are saved.
1. From an e-mail note from Ann Fontaine, to the "CHRISTMAS ILLUSTRATIONS" meeting on Ecunet, December 20, 2003
2. John Buchanan, "Just Like the One I Used To Know," sermon, http://www.fourthchurch.org/120802print.html, 12/8/02
3. Lara Sukhtian, "Palestinians Mark Christmas in Bethlehem," Associated Press, 12/24/03
4. Barbara Brown Taylor, "Past Perfection," Home By Another Way, (Cambridge, Boston: Cowley Publications, 1999), p. 21