A Reflection and Poem for Christmas Day All Saints , Southern Shores, NC
December 25, 2024 Thomas E Wilson; Guest Preacher
Christmas Day 2024
Fifteen days ago, I finished writing the reflection I gave last night and delivered it to the office with the bulletin. I don't usually write so far ahead, but I was getting ready to go visit my daughter, her husband and my two grown up grandsons in Colorado and I did not know how much time I would have after I got back to the Outer Banks.. The times I have with my daughter so far away and, my now all grown up, grandsons are so precious that I did not want to have any church work to get in my way.
Well, so much for plans! I had to cancel my trip to Colorado when Yoda, the Wonder Dog, got awfully sick and I had to take him to the Vet, instead of dropping him off at the Kennel. It is not that I love my grandsons less; it is about being a responsible person to the dog Pat and I found at the shelter to help heal some of the pain we had when the dog we had died. Long time members of this church will remember that both of these dogs used to sleep during the sermon, and before and after, try to find the snacks that parishioners smuggled in to slip to them. I had to cancel my trip to be a good parent to my dog, and will put off my trip until June when both of the boys will be at home. It is what the Letter to Titus urges us to do: “and purify for himself a people of his own who are zealous for good deeds.”
The family is not all that big into religion, but I will not be there to convert them; I will be there to love them. Love is more important than views about theology. I think of lines written by 19th century poet, Emily Dickinson whose school put on a full court press to get her to be an evangelical. She resisted their bullying and went deeper into her soul by writing about what it is to love deeply, instead of bargaining for approval. Love is a gift not a commodity over which we bargain.
There is a solitude of space
A solitude of sea
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be
Compared with that profounder site
That polar privacy
A soul admitted to itself —
Finite infinity."
Ministry is not about prancing around an altar; but about opening our human lives to the presence of the Holy in every moment of our lives, like Dickinson's “Finite infinity”; a living in the dynamic tension of the finite human life and dwelling within the infinite of Holy Love. This Jesus that we remember being born into human life is the entering of the infinite of God into the finite of humanity. We who follow Jesus, fully human that we are, are also touched with the infinite as death is no longer the end, but the passage into a new life.
Years ago, when I was in college, before changing my major a couple times, I was a drama major and one thing I was in was a performance of the Second Shepherd's Play, in the style of the Medieval Mystery Plays I was an actor and I knew how to play roles. I was good at it. I could play a person who is spiritual, but after awhile reality creeps in, and we have to step off the stage. For people serious about having a spiritual life it is not about convincing other people, but to go deeper into all the time off the stage, or away from the Altar. It is about the time where there are no lines to recite, but there are questions each soul must answer.
Henri Nouwen wrote a series of daily questions for us regular dog faced people
“Did I offer peace today?
Did I bring a smile to someone's face?
Did I say words of healing?
Did I let go of my anger and resentment?
Did I forgive?
Did I love?
These are the real questions. I must trust that the little bit of love that I sow now will bear many fruits, here in this world and the life to come.”
These are the questions I decided to ask myself every evening before I would go to bed each day of my visit. I didn't intend to quiz anybody in the family and give them a grade on the test. For myself, while I, in all modesty, am a grade A Priest, but, at a lot more times times than I want to acknowledge, only a grade C- person. I need Nouwen's direction into the daily spiritual check in.
“Did I offer peace today?
Did I bring a smile to someone's face?
Did I say words of healing?
Did I let go of my anger and resentment?
Did I forgive?
Did I love?
Also as I was writing this reflection I read in the paper that Nikki Giovanni, Poet, had died and I thought of her lines from her poem Laws of Motion:
Man we are told is the only animal who
smiles with his lips. The eyes however are the mirror of
the soul
The problem with love is not what we feel but what we
wish we felt when we began to feel we should feel
something. Just as publicity is not production: seduction
is not seductive.
One of the dangers with doing Christmas Services is that we might be tempted to enter the past and not the present. We are tempted to remember all the times we did Christmas services in the past with people who no longer walk on this earth. We are tempted to complain that we do not have the present of the presence of people with whom we shared so many Christmases before. However, we who follow Jesus, fully human that we are, are also touched with the infinite as death is no longer the end, but the passage into a new life. Those who we miss seeing at the services, are with us still, in our hearts and hopes. We will meet again on another shore.
This afternoon, I will be a guest with
a family that has lost some people who were loved by them and by me.
We will miss seeing them, but will be with us in every breath we take
and every laugh we make./
Christmas Day 2024
Now, just a shepherd without a flock
still called to try to touch a mystery,
in present moments, not just history,
wherever our feet take us for a walk.
Like the Gospel Shepherds' answer,
to that call of those angels' songs,
disrupts what an old routine longs,
so that faith will have an enhancer.
White candles were lit last night,
and wax drops hit the holy floor
as we tried to respond to do more
to say there is given a new light.
Today, we'll open a few presents,
as outward signs of Holy presence.
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