A Homily for the 1st Sunday
of Christmas
All Saints’ Episcopal Church, Southern Shores, N.C.
December 30, 2012
Thomas E. Wilson, Rector
Around 90 AD, the community of the Beloved Disciple sees that some of
its members who had known Jesus in the flesh more than a half century
before are dying off from old age. Over the years, the community has
shared many stories about their interaction with Jesus, and now the
fear is that there will be no one to continue to tell the stories.
So they collect the stories in writing under the direction of several
editors who winnow down the number of stories so they might fit into
a scroll. The editor begins the collection of stories with a poem to
set the theme. The editor knows that the language of prose is
inadequate to tell a spiritual story - only poetry has that power,
where words glisten in greater complexity, and in reflection, go ever
deeper in levels of meaning. The first line goes: “ Ἐν ἀρχῇ
ἦν ὁ λόγος, καὶ ὁ λόγος ἦν πρὸς τὸν
θεόν, καὶ θεὸς ἦν ὁ λόγος.” Which on the
surface can be read, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word
was with God, and the Word was God.”
“Ἐν ἀρχῇ”, “Hen archay”,
can mean “In the beginning” - and it can mean “First of all”,
or “At the highest and more complex”, or “At the basic or
simplest level”, or “Most importantly”, or “Before there was
time and space.”
ἦν ὁ
λόγος, “En ho logos”, can mean “There was the Word”, or
“Personal Expression”, or “Plan”, or “Promise”, or
“Intention”, or “Audit”, or “Dream”, or “Hope”, or
“Mystery”, or “Deepest murmur of the heart and will”, or a
dozen other shades, and this multitude of meanings was echoing in God
and was the fullness of God, Godself. Later on in the poem, this
multitude of meanings became “σὰρξ”,
“sarks”.σὰρξ”, “sarks”, can mean “became flesh”, or “entered into our brokenness, our selfishness, our self- centeredness, our sinful nature, our limitedness, our weakness, our idiocy, our loneliness, our natures that are turned in on ourselves, our hardheadedness and our soft heartedness, our delight, our ability to laugh and to love, the ability to blush in embarrassment or to have the need to, our enjoyment of our bodies, our tears, our longings, our chatter, our silences, our boredom, our excitement, our pratfalls and our nobility, our deepest fears, our darkest moments, our hidden dreams, …” and “being human” keeps on going. The editor is trying to tell us that the multitude of meanings of logos didn't just put on a costume and prance around for a while; this logos emptied self out to live in our earthly tents as one of us.
“sarks”.σὰρξ”, “sarks”, can mean “became flesh”, or “entered into our brokenness, our selfishness, our self- centeredness, our sinful nature, our limitedness, our weakness, our idiocy, our loneliness, our natures that are turned in on ourselves, our hardheadedness and our soft heartedness, our delight, our ability to laugh and to love, the ability to blush in embarrassment or to have the need to, our enjoyment of our bodies, our tears, our longings, our chatter, our silences, our boredom, our excitement, our pratfalls and our nobility, our deepest fears, our darkest moments, our hidden dreams, …” and “being human” keeps on going. The editor is trying to tell us that the multitude of meanings of logos didn't just put on a costume and prance around for a while; this logos emptied self out to live in our earthly tents as one of us.
We have a simple view of the universe.
On one side of the great divide, between the divine and the human,
God sits all alone in splendid isolation, the unmoved mover, and
pulls the strings or leaves us alone depending on divine whim, while
on the other side of the great divide, we humans wallow around in the
mud. The problem with that simplistic view is that the editor wants
to tell us of God’s deep longing to be united with each part of us
- a longing on which God acts and which is still calling for union.
This God acted in history, and people experienced occupying the same
space, and breaking the same bread, and drinking deeply of the same
cup. But not content with just looking like slumming, once upon a
time in the person of Jesus, the divine invites each of us to come
and cross the divide, with our spirit emptied into God's hopes and
dreams and with God's spirit emptied into our daily life. God is the
lover who calls us to come and rest from our burdens so that we may
lie down with the divine and participate in the poetry of love.
Listen to the one who Matthew remembers calling: “Are you tired?
Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and
you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest.
Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced
rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you.
Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”
(The Message Translation, Matthew 11:28-30).
This is the word, ths is the promise,
this is the hope, this is God, through Jesus, calling us into union.
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