Christmas - Mass at Midnight
Why
did God come to us as a baby? Wouldn’t it have been more fitting for him to
come as a powerful adult, descending on clouds of glory? That was how Jesus’ own people expected him
to come – which explains why most of them didn’t recognize him. He chose instead to come as a weak,
defenseless, and vulnerable infant. Why?
In
a book published over sixty years ago called Mere Christianity the English writer C.S. Lewis says this: “Jesus
came as a baby because he needed to slip quietly, even clandestinely, through
enemy lines.” The world to which Jesus came was not the world his Father had
created. That beautiful, perfectly ordered world had been spoiled by human sin.
Conflicts and wars, between individuals, groups, and nations, were never part of
God’s plan. So at Christmas God’s Son was entering enemy territory. To escape
detection he came as a tiny baby. He came to fight and overcome all the evil
forces which had spoiled God’s world. He would not fight, however, with the
weapons wielded by the rulers of that world.
Who
were those rulers? Luke identifies them for us: “In those days a decree went
out from Caesar Augustus ... when Quirinius was governor of Syria.” Bethlehem, the town where Jesus was born, was then part of
Syria.
Caesar’s decree ordered a census. We read in the Old Testament about David
taking a census of God’s people. God was displeased. Why? A census was an act
of power. It enabled a ruler to control people: to decide where they could
live, to tax them, to draft them into his army. God wanted David to serve his people, not to dominate and
manipulate them. God alone was to be their ruler.
One
way of understanding the Bethlehem story is to
read it as the story of two kings: Caesar Augustus, the far off ruler in Rome, king of the whole
known world of that day; and then this tiny baby. He too was a king – but an
utterly new kind of king. Consider the contrasts:
– There was “no room in the inn” for
this baby king and his parents. Imagine what the hostel for travelers must have
been like in that backward little town in Bethlehem.
We’re not talking Motel 6 here. We’re not even talking about accommodations
such as one finds in shelters for the homeless in any large American city
today. The inn at Bethlehem
was more primitive even than that. Even there, however, there was no room for
this king. He was born in a shelter for animals: a stable, or perhaps a cave.
-- Where was the other king, Caesar
Augustus? He was in one of his many palaces, all of them places of luxury. He
was like the man in the Cole Porter song who sings:
“I’ve a shooting box in Scotland / I’ve a château in Touraine /
I’ve a silly little
chalet / In the Interlaken valley /
I’ve a hacienda in Spain / I’ve a private fjord in Norway /
I've a villa close to Rome /
I’ve a shanty in the
Rockies / I’ve a castle on the Rhine
So wherever I may go /
It’s such a comfort to know /
That I’m never far from
home.”
Yes, Caesar had the good life:
protected, comfortable, secure, surrounded by every luxury imaginable.
– The newborn king in that cave at Bethlehem was wrapped in
swaddling clothes, unable to make even the small movements of a newborn. The
ancient Church Fathers say that the swaddling clothes remind us of his burial
wrappings. He was laid in a feeding trough for animals.
– Caesar Augustus was the most
powerful man in the ancient world. He wore only the finest clothes. To eat he
could have anything he wanted. He drank only the finest wines. The infant king
lying now in the feeding trough would often be hungry. At the start of his
public ministry he fasted for forty days. He had come, however, to feed the
whole world. He is still feeding his people today – with his powerful word,
with his body and blood in the Eucharist. .
– Wherever Caesar appeared, crowds
gathered to cheer him, or at least to gawk and gaze. The only people who showed
up for the birth of the infant king were some shepherds. How cute and nice they
look cute on our Christmas cards and crèches in church. In Jesus’ day, however,
shepherds in Jesus’ day were lowlife. They grazed their flocks on other
people’s land. Their irregular life made it impossible to keep the dietary and
other laws which were so important for Jews. Shepherds then were something like
street people today – not nice people. Grown to manhood the baby would continue
associating with people who weren’t very nice. “This man receives sinners,” his
critics complained, “and eats with them.”
The
baby king in the feeding trough would die a criminal’s death – on a cross, an
instrument of torture. Today we find a crucifix in every Catholic church the
world over, and in many other churches as well. Not so in the Church’s early
centuries. For Christians then the crucifix was a horrifying symbol of Caesar’s
power, too frightening to display: “You mess with us,” it said, “And this is
what we’ll do to you.”
Over
Jesus’ cross Caesar’s representative, Pontius Pilate, put up a sign in the
three main languages of the day: Latin, Greek, and Hebrew. “This is the king of
the Jews,” it said. It was a joke, of
course, a taunt.
Had
the story ended there, Caesar would have won. But it did not end there. On the
third day his tomb was found empty. He appeared, alive again in flesh and
blood, to his frightened disciples who, when the chips were down, had all
forsaken him and fled – all, that is, save his mother and some other women
disciples, with the only male friend who remained faithful: “The disciple whom
Jesus loved,” John’s gospel calls him. Those to whom the risen Lord appeared
had every reason to be frightened at his reappearance. “We killed him,” they
must have thought. “And now he’s back!” Back for vengeance? No, that was
Caesar’s way, the way of the world, we call it; the way of those who say,
“Don’t get mad. Get even. You send one of ours to the hospital. We’ll send one
of yours to the morgue.”
What
is the first word Jesus says to those who have let him down and run away? “Shalom
- Peace.” And then he breathes on them and says: “Receive the Holy Spirit” –
the love that binds me to my heavenly Father, and Him to me. Through compassion
and non-violent love the risen Lord restores order to the Christian community
and through them to the world.
That
is what enabled Paul to write in his letter to the Romans, chapter 8: “Who will
separate us from the love of Christ? Trial, or distress, or persecution, or
hunger, or nakedness, or danger of the sword? ... Yet in all this we are more
than conquerors because of him who has loved us. For I am certain that neither
death nor life, neither angels nor principalities [there’s Caesar again],
neither the present nor the future, nor powers, neither height nor depth nor
any other creature, will be able to separate us for the love of God that comes
to us in Christ Jesus, our Lord.”
I
said earlier that we don’t know where Caesar was when Jesus was born, save that
he was in one of his many palaces. If you go to the island
of Capri in the Bay
of Naples, however, the local guides
will tell you that on the night Jesus was born, Caesar was in his palace there
on Capri. Part of it is still standing. That
night Caesar couldn’t sleep. All night long he paced up and down on the palace
terrace. By dawn he’d worn out his sandals.
History
or legend? There is no need to answer the question. What matters is what the story
tells us. Something was happening that night which would change the world,
forever. That, friends, is the heart of the gospel: that because of the baby
king born that night, good is stronger than evil; light has shone in the
darkness of our world and overpowered it; God’s mercy wipes away even the
greatest sin; this world, with all its horrors, is still God’s world; God and
his all-powerful, compassionate love are ours for the taking.
Or,
to quote Paul a final time, from the fifth chapter of his letter to the Romans
this time: “the love of God has been poured out in our hearts through the Holy
Spirit who has been given to us” (Rom. 5:5).
In this holy night the
baby in the feeding trough, and the man on the cross, are asking us just one
thing: that we surrender to that love.