Here a crowd stand around Sara Star's 'The Crowning.' This picture conjures in its viewer perhaps that same mixture of embarrassment and curiosity that God's original nativity still causes when its story is told.
We stood
as Angels on our town's street and listened in the rain to a passionate
account. There was no getting away, crowds were gathering behind us
at the Kebab shop and still this girl continued, her friends stood
around with gaping mouths, some rather amused, some a little
embarrassed, imagining we had heard enough by now, hadn't we? But, no
we were captured.
We were on
a late night shift as Street Angels and she was quite young really
for her life experiences, but telling us her birth story, the best
and the most difficult thing that had ever happened to her at just
seventeen years of age. She laughed and she even cried a little and
then she got out her camera phone to show us pictures and we decided
that her daughter was really very cute and the exact imprint of her.
Birth
stories have to be told! Nativities are probably some of the most
important stories that the people of our planet tell one another.
Hers was told in clubbing clothes and after a few glasses of wine in
a noisy street. Hers an announcement to Street Angels rather than the
Angel's announcement from the skies. But a birth story was told.
And in
kimonos and habibs and national dress and very little dress, in tea
towels and rope belts, nativities are told.
Beware the
person who tries to stop another from telling their birth story.
A birth
story really must be told.
New birth,
new life, whether literally or metaphorically... new homes, new
lands, new vocations, new discoveries, it is all new life and its
story must be told.
And so
God's birth story must be told.
God wants
to tell it... even if it's with tea towels and rope belts as is often
the case at this time of year.
God tells
it today as he did then, to anyone who will listen.
We are
given the choice to cut the story short, to rather wince with a
little embarrassment, with misunderstanding if we wish, to decide
that we really do not want to hear it and be called away by the
crowds. We can move on to listen to the stories of other people if we
want to but for those of us who hear the passion of the narrative,
who are impressed by God choosing to tell it to the foreigner, those
Magi, and the unlovely, those shepherds, and feel ourselves a little
unlovely and a little out of place at the best of times, there is
something so compelling....a young girl and the best and most
difficult time of her life.
A child
born out of wedlock who would go from the wood of a manger to the
rough wood of a cross and die to take away the sins of the world, and
so this Mary who treasures God's birth story in her heart, hopes for
the day when the whole world might hear it.
In Luke's
account, a few shepherds are the first. Making their way to her and
to have this story corroborated, they look down into the hay in a
noisy stable and we are able to say with them and the author of
Hebrews: Oh wow – just look at him – Oh Mary, well done. He is
the reflection of God’s glory and the exact imprint of God’s very
being. Just look at him. And we are then given the story of his
life in this book, we get to see him grow up, it's like Mary also
shared her album with us or all the images on her camera phone, and
as we look at his life here, we are invited by the album's author,
the Holy Spirit, to join our own lives with his.
And so the
difference here to any other normal human birth story, that people
come to understand as the gift of faith grows in them, is that this
is like no other birth story told anywhere by any other other person
on this planet.
This birth
story is not just God's that has to be told. This Jesus is not just
born of Him and Mary, this Jesus is born in us all if we ask for that
to be so, and sometimes in joy and sometimes through difficulty, this
birth can happen to us and become our birth story too. "Flesh
gives birth to flesh, and Spirit gives birth to spirit.” John tells
us. “Do not be surprised.” (John 3:6, 7).
And so his
birth story becomes ours again and then again, first when we say yes
to him and then at the end of our earthly lives, when a new birth
becomes ours, into eternal life.
And so we
must tell this birth story...
God's and
ours...
….the
greatest birth story of all, the original nativity, we must tell it
to anyone who will listen – they are likely to be both foreign and
unlovely, after all we were and are those things and it is a story he
has announced to us. Amen.
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