Last evening at church you couldn't help notice, poinsettia's, Christmas trees, lights and the three wise men. The other thing you couldn't help noticing...it's October! So you're thinking has " The Place " wandered into a new dimension of time, put the church calendar in the re-cycle bin. Nope, we've just begun a journey. We've opened the door of Luke's gospel, and have barely crossed the threshold into what Luke saw, and heard.
Sherri Priestly picked up the Story from Luke 2:1-20. What I love about scripture, is it's like a gem. Each of us can hold it in our hands, and some how divine light can hit, refract, reflect, revealing different angles of God's incredible story. The reflection that seemed to catch Sherri's eye, was the overwhelming sense of humility. We often come to the story of the foot washing that preceded the last supper in the upper room. The image of God, humbling himself to wash the filth from the feet of humanity. But the image of God, as new born, absolutely dependent for nourishment, nursing from the breast of a marginalized young woman. That redemption, and the story of new creation could be dependent on a very young couple not really sure what the hell is going on, starting a family alone, in the filth of a barn. They had three things...a reality that they were part of God's story, faith, and willingness to enter into the story however bizarre it seemed.
Last night before I drifted off into the land of deep sleep I re-read the verses from Luke. As I held the gem, scripture in my mind, and the light hit it. These thoughts flashed brightly...
God is unorthodox.
That the Good News is an incarnational reality. God, through Mary birthed Jesus into the fringe, into a marginalized space of humanity. Mary and Joseph new what homelessness was.
The Good News was delivered out side the religious establishment of the day, outside the power of earthly empires. The Good News is not ours to keep, it has to be delivered, has to be birthed by us into every moment of our daily living.
These thoughts are half baked, in the oven of my mind. I invite you to add a few seconds in the comments to fully bake it. Lets see if it comes out of the oven fully cooked, with some wisdom we can all feast on.