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Friday, 25 December 2009
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Silent Night
Stille Nacht! Heilige Nacht!
Alles schläft. Einsam wacht
Nur das truate heilige Paar.
Holder Knab’ im lockigten Haar,
|: Schlafe in himmlischer Ruh! :|
Stille Nacht! Heilige Nacht!
Hirten erst kundgemacht
Durch der Engel Halleluja
Tönt es laut bei Ferne und Nah:
|: „Jesus der Retter ist da!“ :|Stille Nacht! Heilige Nacht!
Gottes Sohn! O! wie Lacht!
Lieb’ aus deinem göttlichen Mund,
Da uns schlägt die rettende Stund’.
|: Jesus! in deiner Geburt! :|
Wednesday, 23 December 2009
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Christmas Nights
The night of our big snow storm I sat at home alone. Only the Christmas tree lights and the glow of the yule log* shone through the darkness.
Christmas carols softly played. I felt so small. Miles and miles away my brother was out on the road, trying to make it home. This feeling in the pit of my stomach told me something was not right.
I prayed. And I listened. The logs on the fire burned down. My mom finally called and said that everything was alright. He had been in an accident but everyone was safe and only one car was damaged.
I praised God for His providence! And settled back to enjoy the tree, the music and the gift which He gave!
*Yule Log Courtesy of Comcast on Demand. Sadly we don't have a fireplace.
Monday, 21 December 2009
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'Snow' Fabulous!
This weekend started on a very sour note. My mom, sister, aunt, and cousin were all supposed to come up for the weekend. We had planned to go to the German Christmas Market, see the light show at the old Wanamaker Building (currently Macy's), and visit the new German restaurant on South Street. But a threatening snow storm canceled all these plans.
On my way home from work on Friday I was very upset. Wallowing in pity and loneliness, I cursed the snow. You see weekends aren't that fun for me. My husband works overnights on the weekends. So when I sleep he's at work. When I'm enjoying a day off, he's sleeping. So this time with my family was a huge treat! We knew that it was the best decision to have them stay home. They ended up with two feet of snow. We got two feet of snow too! It's the second largest snowfall in Philadelphia history!
(Rittenhouse Square)It started snowing in the city around 5am. And it didn't stop till about 9am Sunday morning. For 24+ hours it fell. And the result was a winter wonderland. I knew that I wouldn't be able to handle staying inside all day. So Saturday morning I bundled up and headed to the Christmas Market. It was of course closed. The city was beautiful.
(Masonic Temple)I headed to Cosi for some lunch. I ate, read a good book, and sipped my mocha. I had a wonderful chat with my brother. Chris then met me and we walked around some more.
Church was canceled on Sunday. I spent the morning doing laundry. Then we headed out again to run some errands. The roads were still covered. People were digging out cars and shoveling sidewalks. I love the sense of community a snow storm brings to the city. Not often will strangers help push your car out of a snow bank. Or smile as you walk by telling you to be careful because it's slick.
The weekend was topped off with football and hot soup. It wasn't at all what I had planned for. But fabulous just the same!
Sunday, 20 December 2009
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Advent Week 4
In the sixth month, God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin's name was Mary. The angel went to her and said, "Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you."
Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be. But the angel said to her, "Do not be afraid, Mary, you have found favor with God. You will be with child and give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever; his kingdom will never end."
"How will this be," Mary asked the angel, "since I am a virgin?"
The angel answered, "The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God. Even Elizabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age, and she who was said to be barren is in her sixth month. For nothing is impossible with God."
"I am the Lord's servant," Mary answered. "May it be to me as you have said." Then the angel left her.
~Luke 1:26 – 38~
Mary is a character in the Nativity story that I seem to understand the least. As a woman I should be able to relate to her.
First of all, she seems very mature for her age. Historically speaking she was probably a young teenager. When a girl reached an age where she was able to have children, she was married off. I completely understand this. Children were expensive to support, and childbirth was dangerous. A family married off daughters to avoid another mouth to feed. Economically speaking, if you waited till your daughter was 18 to marry, and she died in childbirth, you have just lost a dowry and those 5 years of food to feed your daughter. The earlier you marry them off, you still pay a dowry, but over the long term, there is a savings.*
Even though, Mary was a good 12 years younger than I am now, I have to believe that she was emotionally eons ahead of me. Compared to today’s options, life for Mary was limited. Life for everyone was limited. From a young age she would have learned to cook and clean, to mend clothes, and perform chores. The expectation to bear children, was perhaps similar to the expectation my parents had for me to attend college. Little Israelite girls grow up hearing that they could be whatever they wanted to be. No wonder I needed to go through 17 years of schooling. When the options are relatively limitless, it takes forever to decide what you want to be. And then there is the whole issue of finding yourself. Had Mary told her parents she was taking a year off to travel and “find herself” they would have thought her crazy. Life was not a blank sheet of paper. It was a very short map from birth to marriage to death.
This is the first reason I don’t connect with Mary. I get lost in the historical context. I want to say that Mary, very early, accepted the life she was expected to live; as if she had other choices and embracing this one was a last resort. I can’t put myself in her shoes and unlearn life the way it’s lived today.
The second reason I have trouble relating to Mary is the fact that she lets God disrupt her life.** So Gabriel comes to Mary and says that she’s been found favorable in the sight of God. Awesome! What does Mary win?? Shame, embarrassment, dishonor, disrespect, loss of family, loss of status, loss of love. She knew what an out of wedlock pregnancy meant. She knew no one would believe that the Holy Spirit of God had impregnated her. But what does she say? “I am the Lord's servant. May it be to me as you have said.”
Come screw up my life God. Not only will I unlock the door, but I’ll open the door and keep the kettle on!
I’m not criticizing Mary. Without her obedience and courage, we might still be waiting for the Savior. What I struggle with, and what Mary reminds me of, is that great faith will be greatly rewarded.
I have to believe that Mary had faith large enough to conquer the shame of her pregnancy; faith large enough to hope in God’s plan. She could say “May it be” because she knew that God would see her through. Jesus doesn’t promise that following Him will be easy. But asks that we have faith to see the bigger picture.
Mary had a faith that I can only hope to possess. And the greatness of her faith granted her immense blessings. As painful as it may have been to see her son crucified, there must have been great pride in her heart. “That’s my son! God has blessed me with the opportunity to be his mother!”
Jesus, screw up my life. Screw up my life so much that all I can see is you glorified. I have faith in your salvation and your purpose.
* I realize this is an incredibly sexist and commercial way of thinking. Unfortunately it’s the way the world was and in a way still is. Economics will always influence the decisions we make. It all depends on how we look at the data. Sorry for bringing commerce into the story of Jesus. I’m an economics minor. What can I say??
** Understandably, God would do what He wanted to do. I don’t say this to suppose that Mary could have changed the plans of God by declining the role of “Virgin Mother and Social Outcast Extraordinaire.” I simply mean that I have trouble wrapping my mind around her response to God.
Monday, 14 December 2009
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Advent Week 3
And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."
Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
"Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about."
So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.
~Luke 2:8-20~
Imagine this. You’re an overnight security guard. You come to work at a warehouse, that someone else owns, and your job is to make sure that no one breaks in. But with the technology of today, you really don’t have to patrol anything. You just sit in an office and watch the security camera footage. All of a sudden, one TV screen goes black and some guy in a white suit pops up. And he tells you not to be frightened. You spit out your coffee and think to yourself, “I have to switch to decaf.” The guy on the TV starts rambling on about how he has good news for you. You’re rubbing your eyes, but he’s still there on the screen. And now all the other screens are black, showing guys in white suits, and they are all singing!!! You really think you’ve lost it! Before you can flip the record switch to make sure you get some evidence of this hoax, the men are gone, the screens are back to normal. “Bad dream,” you mutter. “Really must switch to decaf.” But then the janitor runs into your office, as if he’s seen a ghost. And he goes on about men in white suits. You retell your vision as well. And you both realize you have definitely not been dreaming.
The shepherds were security guards. They were hired to protect the flocks from thieves and wild animals. It was a fairly lonely type of work, often nomadic, as the flocks roamed from field to field. The more I read over this account, the more ridiculous it seems. The Magi brought Jesus gifts worthy of a King. The shepherds had nothing to offer. If they had visited him it would have been like showing up to a party without an invitation. So why even announce the birth of a King to smelly, loner, possession-less, shepherds? Here in lies the miraculous story of salvation. The angels visited the shepherds not for what they would give to Jesus, but what Jesus would give to them.
Like the shepherds, we are penniless and undesirable before God. There is nothing that we could bring to Him which would in anyway get us closer to reconciliation with Him. Instead He offers to us a gift of the greatest cost; the gift of His Son and the cost of which we do not pay. To receive the gift of the Savior, we must put aside etiquette, and crash the party. Show up without an invitation, without a hostess gift, and simply bow down, worship and receive.
We are the shepherds. We’re not the A-listers. We have no business being at the celebration. Yet, God, in his graciousness, invites us to receive the Savior, despite how unworthy we are. He gives the gift we do not deserve. If we would just believe in Him and in His victory over sin, by His death, we shall be saved!









