Tonight our family went to our old church to attend one of their Christmas eve services. I was hoping ot hear the band play some of the songs we used to play and see some old friends and wish them a merry Christmas. We did see some old friends but the band did not play. They did some simple, traditional carols with a piano. It was nice but not what I was hoping for. The auditorium was decorated very beautifully with lighted trees and a nativity scene. There was a nice rugged looking manger that we had built for a few years ago to use as the altar for a communion service that was right at the front of the stage. Since it was a cadlelight service, there were candles all around. Everyone was dressed in their finest. I imagined it to be the clean and sterile antithesis to the stable scene of the day we were celebrating.
Later in the service, the new pastor brought the “fire and brimstone” message during a Christmas service to a whole new level. While he was walking up to start his message he knocked over one of the candles that was in the manger and it started the hay on fire. There were some pretty good flames almost instantly and while they were trying to put it out they kept knocking more candles over and starting new flare ups in the manger. Finally, one of the elders came to the rescue with a fire extinguisher before things got too out of control. Once the fire was out two men carrid the manger out of the building. The whole event only lasted 30 to 45 seconds but the whole auditorium was filled with smoke from the fire and exhaust from the fire extinguisher. Everyone’s eyes were watering and stuff. It was pretty exciting.
As the two men were carrying the smoking manger out of the room, I couldn’t help but think of the Christmas story. The Gospel tells a story of a lowly stable, most likely filled with things that made faithful Jews ceremonially unclean (animal feces, the many things that are produced with the birth of a baby…). These were things that Jewish law required to be “outside the camp”. For me, watching the manger be carried out of the beautifully decorated sanctuary filled with happy, shiny people was one of the most powerful Christmas sermons I have ever seen. How often we forget that even the wise men who were looking for the King went to Jeruselem. We still seem to look for him in places we are comfortable rather than following him into those dark places outside the camp. It is funny to me that we have substitued the “Good News for all people” with good news for those that can make the 5:00 or 7:00 service.
It was nice to see some old friends and be able to wish them happy holidays and share some long overdue hugs. But truth be told, I felt very convicted being in that room. As the manger was carried out I wondered to myself who would proclaim the good news to those who were outside the camp? Why was I listening to people sing songs about a sterile, safe, comfortable Christ and not following a dangerous, wounded savior into the ambiguous wonder of the way of the cross? I am more aware than ever of some serious changes that need to be made and hoping that I will become part of a community that can help me get there. This advent period may last a lot longer for me than I was expecting.
At any rate, I wish every one a very Merry Christmas. Looking forward to more ecclesial dreaming with you in the new year.
Peace.