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Thursday, December 18, 2008

His Childhood


This past Sunday marked the third Sunday of Advent and the second message in our Christmas series we have called The Story. This is our attempt to consider the meaning of what is called the incarnation, God’s coming to us in the human life of Jesus. This past Sunday we considered Jesus as The Boy, and took time to reflect on his life between his birth and his full adult manhood, what are often called the silent years of Jesus.

If we consider the Jesus story as a whole, we realize that most of it is hidden from us. Most of what we might like to know about him, even purely for interest sake, is not told us. For instance, we are not told what he looked like. There is, in art history, a kind of common representation of him. But the only thing said in all of Scripture is from Isaiah 53:2, a text which anticipates the coming of the Messiah. It merely says: “There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance, nothing to attract us to him.” The fact that the gospel writers did not give us a physical description of Jesus might mean that, for them, the way he looked did not in any sense adequately represent the person he really was. That’s something to muse on.

We have only one story about him during these long silent years. The boy Jesus, age twelve, travels to Jerusalem with his family for the Jewish Passover. He surprises his parents by remaining behind, staying in the temple, listening to the teachers of Israel and asking questions. “Didn’t you know I had to be in my Father’s house?” he asked them. It was clear that he knew who he was and what his life was about, even at that young age. You can read the story in Luke 2: 41-52. But following this he submitted himself to eighteen more years of silence and ordinariness. We hear nothing from the Son of God until his baptism by John. What can this mean to us?

Whatever these years of silence meant, it was his mother, Mary, who revealed the way. Mary was a contemplative, treasuring all that was happening. Mothers do this; they remember our lives. Mary remembered and saved all the pieces of the story, and then thought about what everything meant. It is very likely that our record of the birth narratives in Luke’s gospel came through Mary’s memory.

The word contemplate is derived from “temple” (the place of divinity); it means to observe things in a special place, especially in the presence of God. To be contemplative means to look at life in the presence of God, or through the eyes of God. It means to pay attention with a God-focused awareness. This is surely the meaning of the hidden years of Jesus. Before he did or said anything public, before his entrance onto the stage of ministry and public teaching, he spent those eighteen long years learning and growing in his knowledge of his Father, the world, and the shape of his mission. Before he acted, he contemplated the meaning of what he would do.

At Christmas, we are drawn to the gospel truth that God became one of us, and one with us. But consider this: that for the larger part of his life, Jesus lived in obscurity and made it sacred. We do not see the hidden life of anyone – just the results. But the life of Jesus reminds us that a hidden life oriented towards God is all-important.

Our Christmas series, The Story, continues this Sunday at Westside King’s Church with a talk entitled “The Man”. See you among the Christmas trees at 9:29 or 11:11 am. And remember that our Christmas Eve services will be held at 3:00, 4:30 and 7:00 pm.

Bob O

2 Comments:

  • It has been my experience that in general the Christmas story is viewed as something that happened in the past and that gives hope for something in the future. Does the average Christian see Christ’s birth as something that happens outside them selves or something that happens within, maybe everyday, even during the cold dark nights of winter? - A promise of a birth of newness.

    The following is a description of the dream symbol of the Christ child. – When we dream of Christ it can represent that which emerges into our human life through surrendering ourselves to the direction of spirit or innermost self.
    Christ represents our human qualities that have been transmuted by spiritual energy. They are thus eternalized or are expressions of the universal life, love and wisdom, or God. Christ is God expressing through us. In dreams he does not usually represent an historical person, but our own contact with God.
    Christ is a symbol through which we may contact all those parts of self that still remain dormant. We glimpse through Him the possibilities of universal love, the healing power of the spirit, the wisdom of the universal rather than individual, mind.
    Christ is the state of our own possible completeness; an inner potential that can, to some degree at least, flower into outer life. He is like the image of the rose that the rose seed carries within it. It only becomes an Outer reality if the rose attains its full outer stature, if it expresses outwardly its deepest tendencies and thus becomes its true self. Christ also represents our harmony with all life, all men, all social and divine activities. This inner Christ, if we follow His lead, will take us through spiritual birth, growth, baptism, temptation, passion, crucifixion, burial, resurrection, ascension; and will be a redeeming power in our life.

    In the dead of winter we celebrate birth, the possibility of becoming, opening hidden gifts, surprised by joy, the hope of becoming! Mighty Birth!

    I have never dreamed of Christ perhaps one day.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12:56 PM  

  • Thoughts on a Christmas tradition:
    The evergreen tree stands in the living room, decorated with various ornaments some new some old, lights and a star on top. Under its branches lie various gifts, wrapped, hidden surprises.

    I don’t think many people think overly much about the tradition, just something you do. Yet it could be a ritual of hope, memory, and surprise.

    The evergreen tree – eternal, a promise of everlasting life; expressing through matter the quality of enduring change, the union of heaven, earth and water. While other trees must sleep in the dark days of winter the evergreen remains awake.

    Ornaments hanging in the tree, some new some collected over time, remembrances of celebrations past, hand made with childish innocents, gifts from loved ones and those handed down from those that have since past… Ornaments catching and reflect the light of today while on top a star resting, a symbol of hope, the unity of spirit and body, the visible and invisible, the eternal and the transitory.
    It can be a scared ritual of remembrance and hope decorating and gazing upon the Christmas tree.

    And under the protection of the evergreen branches await gifts. Wrapped and hidden - what might we be surprised by? Time to be child like, the joy of the two and three year old as they rip and tear, no apology, uninhibited, now! What possibilities lie beneath the enduring tree, what gifts remain for us to open, do we dare?
    It can be a scared ritual giving and opening gifts, opening ourselves up to the joy of surprise.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 1:07 PM  

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