Dreams and Drama: The Reality of Christmas.

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Gospel: Matthew 2: 13-15, 19-23

When the magi had departed, behold,
the angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said,
“Rise, take the child and his mother, flee to Egypt,
and stay there until I tell you.
Herod is going to search for the child to destroy him.”
Joseph rose and took the child and his mother by night
and departed for Egypt.
He stayed there until the death of Herod,
that what the Lord had said through the prophet might be fulfilled,
Out of Egypt I called my son.

When Herod had died, behold,
the angel of the Lord appeared in a dream
to Joseph in Egypt and said,
“Rise, take the child and his mother and go to the land of Israel,
for those who sought the child’s life are dead.”
He rose, took the child and his mother,
and went to the land of Israel.
But when he heard that Archelaus was ruling over Judea
in place of his father Herod,
he was afraid to go back there.
And because he had been warned in a dream,
he departed for the region of Galilee.
He went and dwelt in a town called Nazareth,
so that what had been spoken through the prophets
might be fulfilled,
He shall be called a Nazorean.

The Gospel of the Lord.

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We all know the difference between a dream and a nightmare. Dreams are like a burst of consolation. We fall asleep and we’re swept away into an idyllic land, or we’re king of the castle, or perhaps someone we love visits us from heaven.

Suddenly, you wake up and it’s over. We try going back to sleep, squinting our eyes and counting sheep, hoping the dream returns. But it never does. Chasing a dream is like a child chasing a butterfly. You’ll never catch it.

Nightmares are different.

Imagine you’re running along a beach. The sand is sinking, the water is lapping at your feet, and you’re running out of breath as a gigantic crab tries pinching you with its claws. Suddenly, you wake up in a panic. 

Thankfully, it wasn’t real. 

But, for some odd reason, we can fall back asleep and find that same villainous creature waiting for us!

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In today’s Gospel, Saint Joseph has three different dreams. At least two of them are nightmares. All of them come after the initial dream he had before Christmas, when an angel appeared to him, saying, “Do not be afraid to take Mary into your home.”

That dream forever changed his life. 

So will the next three we hear about today.

First, an angel appears to Joseph, telling him to immediately take Mary and the Christ-child down to Egypt because King Herod wants to kill this baby.

I’d imagine Joseph awakened the same way we would from dreaming about that crab – in a cold sweat, scared, clammy, short of breath, his heart racing rapidly with adrenaline flowing through his veins. 

Whereas we might roll over and try to go back to sleep relieved that it wasn’t real, Joseph must get up and go.

Now.

This is literally a matter of life or death. 

Amazingly, just two verses prior to Joseph having this dream, Jesus was welcomed into the world surrounded by the love of his parents and the adoration of the magi, who miraculously arrived from the east, bringing gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.

But with a turn of phrase, everything changes. “The angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said, ‘Rise.’”

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I’d imagine Joseph got up, quickly stuffed the magi’s gifts into a sack, perhaps with a few loaves of bread and a jug of water. After throwing their few belongings over their donkey’s saddle, he awakens Mary while holding Jesus, motioning, “It’s time to go.”

As they journeyed through the city at night on the road heading into Egypt, into the unknown, Joseph’s heart must’ve sank into his stomach every time he and Mary passed by a Roman soldier. Had Herod issued his death decree yet? Were the soldiers aware?

We know shortly after their escape, every male under the age of two was murdered. The attempt to kill Christ was foiled… for now.

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Joseph’s next dream comes while he, Mary, and the child Jesus are in Egypt. The good news is that the monstrous tyrant, Herod, is dead. After braving a new land, adjusting to a new culture, language, and history, the Holy Family could head home.

Or, so it seemed.

But no sooner than stepping foot on their native soil, Joseph has another dream. Archelaus, Herod’s son, was ruling over Judea, making it unsafe for them to return. So, they wait for further instructions.

In a fourth and final dream, Joseph is directed to head north to Galilee.

What a harrowing story. It seems like every time Joseph closed his eyes, he could awaken to a new reality. If I were him, I might’ve developed insomnia, or a fear of sleeping!

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How might we illustrate the drama of the Holy Family’s journey today?

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Traditionally, in the days after Christmas, most families and churches begin taking down their Nativity scenes, each piece wedged back into a Styrofoam mold, then tucked inside a cardboard box until next year.

But Matthew’s account of that first Christmas suggests we could do something different. Yes, we can take away the magi, the ox, the donkey, the angel, or whatever other characters we may have added.

What we could keep is the Holy Family huddled together in some form of temporary shelter, out in the elements, vulnerable to the darkness and the “Herods” of this world. 

Perhaps we could move the figurines every so often to another part of the church, reminding us of their journey from Bethlehem to Egypt, to the borders of Judea, to Nazareth in Galilee. They, like so many in our world, searching desperately for safe haven.

A simple place, even a foreign place, to call home.

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Like Saint Joseph, every person – and every family – lives with dreams and nightmares. We all dream of peace, we all dread loss, and fear the unknown. 

Perhaps this Christmas season, we can dream Joseph’s dream – a world, or even a small slice of it – where the poor are welcomed, the hungry are fed, and Christ is acknowledged in all of our neighbors.

As we often sing, “Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me.”

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Let the Work Begin.

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Acts 6:8-10, 7:54-59

Stephen, filled with grace and power,
was working great wonders and signs among the people.
Certain members of the so-called Synagogue of Freedmen,
Cyrenians, and Alexandrians,
and people from Cilicia and Asia,
came forward and debated with Stephen,
but they could not withstand the wisdom and the spirit with which he spoke.

When they heard this, they were infuriated,
and they ground their teeth at him.
But he, filled with the Holy Spirit,
looked up intently to heaven
and saw the glory of God and Jesus standing at the right hand of God,
and he said,
“Behold, I see the heavens opened and the Son of Man
standing at the right hand of God.”
But they cried out in a loud voice, covered their ears,
and rushed upon him together.
They threw him out of the city, and began to stone him.
The witnesses laid down their cloaks
at the feet of a young man named Saul.
As they were stoning Stephen, he called out
“Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.”

The Word of the Lord.

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Yesterday, hundreds of millions of Christians huddled together in churches around the world singing, “Glory to God,” as we celebrated the birth of our Savior.

Today the Church pulls us in what feels like the opposite direction, from life to death, rejoicing to sorrow as we celebrate the Martyrdom of Saint Stephen.

Why such a sudden change in tone?

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To remind us that faith always comes at a cost. It’s one thing praise Jesus on our lips. It’s another to praise him with our lives.

As our first reading reveals, Stephen was a deacon who took care of widows, performed miracles, and debated skillfully with the religious leaders of his day.

And just like his Lord, he died praying for his persecutors. As stones were being hurled at him in fury, Stephen saw the heavens opened, and Christ standing at the right hand of God. Then he prayed, “Lord do not hold this sin against them!’” 

And he breathed his last.

Stephen reminds us of the incredible love, courage, and wisdom the human heart is capable of when touched by grace.

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Yesterday hundreds of millions of people gathered in churches singing, “Glory to God.” Today Stephen reminds us it’s time to put that faith into action. 

Pray. Preach. Heal. Forgive.

Let the work begin.

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The God that Came on Christmas Day.

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Gospel: Luke 2: 15-20

When the angels went away from them to heaven,
the shepherds said to one another, 
“Let us go, then, to Bethlehem
to see this thing that has taken place, 
which the Lord has made known to us.”
So they went in haste and found Mary and Joseph, 
and the infant lying in the manger.
When they saw this,
they made known the message
that had been told them about this child.
All who heard it were amazed
by what had been told them by the shepherds.
And Mary kept all these things,
reflecting on them in her heart.
Then the shepherds returned,
glorifying and praising God 
for all they had heard and seen, 
just as it had been told to them.

The Gospel of the Lord.

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Often people imagine God as being a bigger version of Santa Claus. Even religious art depicts God the Father as an old man with a flowing white beard. 

We imagine God sitting up there in heaven, making his list, checking it twice. He’s going to find out who’s naughty or nice. We might cheer and sing, but we can also shudder, wondering if we’re getting a sack of coal for Christmas.

Maybe we made a mistake or two this year. Maybe life took an unexpected turn. Or maybe we blame the health scare, the loss, or the disappointments we experienced on God; it was his fault. He means to punish us.

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But that is not the God whom the prophets foretold. Isaiah tells us, when our God comes to earth, the blind will see; the lame will walk; the sick will be healed; the dead will be raised.

This is our God. 

Mighty. Powerful. Compassionate. A missionary, who left the glory of heaven to come down to earth.

Today as an infant. Wrapped in swaddling clothes, warmed by the breath of oxen, cuddled in his mother’s arms. Weak, tender, and mild.

Off in the distance, Mary and Joseph can hear the roar of the crowds, packed into the inn, eating and drinking, warm, and cheery-eyed with no room for them in that place or in their hearts. The rejection Jesus experienced that night foreshadows what will come.

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Still, Mary and Joseph rest out in the elements under a starry night sky, wondering, “What child is this, whom angels greet with anthems sweet, while shepherds watch are keeping?”

This is the mystery of Christmas. God becomes flesh of our flesh. Bone of our bones. Immanuel. God with us. God for us, who comes, not with coal, but with mercy. 

Not to judge, but to heal. Not to make his list and check it twice, but to offer a clean slate, hope and salvation to all.

In that sense, his birth is our birth. His life is our life. He will live among us – and yes, he will die among us – so that all who believe in him might not perish, but might have eternal life.

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While our Christmas trees have been surrounded by gifts large and small – toys, trinkets, the newest technology – we gather to celebrate someone greater than Santa, Jesus Christ.

May we welcome him into our hearts and homes, for salvation has come! Merry Christmas!

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