Rev. Debra McKnight's Reflection -- Scripture: Luke 1
Blue
Christmas could have been the theme for Advent this year. We find
ourselves in a year we never imagined, a global pandemic, for which we
were woefully unprepared and our national response has laid our broken
systems bare before our eyes and the world. It is a year of grief upon
grief, because as the pandemic rages we experience our human heartbreak.
The vulnerabilities of sickness and loss are with us always. Perhaps
your heartbreak has a name like Pam or Cecil or Jon-Jon or Paul, the
name of one you love whose death wakes that place of ache for their
presence within you very soul. Perhaps your heart break is in
relationship, divorce, separation, loss or tension. This is a season
when our relationships have to endure not only the normal tenderness we
carry and the heaviness of the world. The never ending election drama
might just be enough to put us in a blue Christmas mood but we also have
a seasons where dreams and plans are on hold. Folks have lost jobs,
businesses have closed or many still wait for that new opportunity to
open up after their graduation. Milestones have been hard to mark and
celebrations are a little more Zoomtastic than ever and it is makes us
all at least a little blue.
Perhaps
this season is hard and perhaps you have experienced hard holidays
before. Maybe you have moved home and put up your Christmas tree in your
parent’s basement hoping your soon to be ex-husband would change his
mind and show up “Love Actually” style with cards and “Carol Singers” to
profess his love for the future you planned, maybe that was just my 26
year old experience. Perhaps you sang Blue Christmas and really meant
every word. Perhaps you have had a year that you don’t want to talk
about in a Christmas card and maybe putting up your tree has been an act
of determination in the face of every reason to just curl up in a ball.
If this is your Christmas, you are not alone. If you don’t feel shiny
or jolly this year remember this is how Christmas started. The first
Christmas was blue, and I mean dark blue. So we gather in good company
even if it doesn’t feel good. When I think of how do we show up when
there is every reason to be afraid, how do we show up when our hearts
are broken and our dreams are on hold, I think of Mary.
As
we approach Christmas of 2020 with resilience and courage in the face
of every reason to give up, I think of Mary. She was pregnant when she
shouldn’t be in a world where the danger wasn’t just rude comments and
economic disadvantage, but ending her life was a real possibility and her
best option was a man dismissing her quietly…whatever that entailed.
Mary’s story is singular and powerful in so many ways. An Angel appears
to Mary and says, “Do Not Be Afraid.” Which is pretty much what angels
are always saying in scripture. Every time they show up they have to say
don’t be afraid or fear not, which raises some questions
about their aesthetics! Perhaps they are not actually the stuff of
Hallmark Cards or Precious Moments.
Anyway, Mary encountered this terrifying creature, was not afraid, asked what sort of greeting is this and then got some really terrifying news… you are going to be pregnant in a world where that is dangerous.
And Mary responded, “Here am I.” This is a badass prophetic response,
there is no other way to say it. She is almost singular in this response
to God’s big ask, almost all of the other prophets negotiate with God.
Jeremiah wasn’t up for it. Jonah said no and then got in a boat going
the opposite direction until he ended up in the belly of a great fish.
Moses, the hero, went on and on spilling a lot of ink in his objection
to being a part of God’s work. Mary responded, “Here am I.” She didn’t
negotiate the incursion of God’s call, she didn’t try to arrange it so
it would be more palatable or fit her plans. She didn’t say, “sure, can
we wait six months until I finish this degree program” or “have you met
my cousin…you would love her.” She didn’t ask if this comes with
benefits or superpowers or if God had worked some things out with
Joseph. She just says, “Here am I” like a total badass. She
is a prophet, which is not how we often see her, she looks so quite,
looking down in our nativity scenes. We have dressed her up in pastels
and made her more mommy than prophet, more lullaby than power ballad,
more meek that badass, like she can’t be both. Mary looks fear in the
eyes and says, “Here am I.” How did she do this?
I
believe there is a hint and a guide for us in her song, the Magnificat.
It is a song from her faith. She cultivated a life of faith, a life of
reading the scriptures and studying the words of the prophets, singing
the songs of her tradition. She learned to look with Moses for the
burning bush in a world of shrubbery, she imagined God as a mother bear
protecting her young, she read psalms of heartbreak and resilience, and
she practiced the song of gratitude and learned to sing it even when
things looked bleak. She cultivated a life of faith, she knew her
resilience and her strength, and when the world suggested every reason
to be afraid, she was not. So she sang this song of her tradition; it
wasn’t just her song. It had also been on the lips of Hannah at
the start of Samuel. Hannah was a woman who longed for a child and
dwelled in a world that judged her worth as based only in how many
children she birthed - and the more sons the better. She knew her worth,
she could say to her husband, “Am I not worth 12 sons to you?,” but the
answer didn’t stop the hurt hurled her way from the community around
her. Hannah sang this song of gratitude, even after all of this hurt and
even after having a child and then gifting him to the work of the
community - she still sang a song of Thanksgiving.
I
imagine Mary learning that song from her Auntie Elizabeth, which is the
second key learning from Mary: take time to be with the people who love
you. Mary goes to see her Auntie Elizabeth and commentators for
generations have made this about Jesus meeting his cousin, John the
Baptist. But most of those writers didn’t grow up being terrified by the
idea of being a pregnant teenager or the knowledge that when you are
scared you might go find your favorite aunt. Mary went to her Auntie
Elizabeth and received a blessing immediately. She did not go to the
Aunt that said, “Oh your future was so bright…how disappointing” or
“this baby is going to be expensive, I’ve clipped you some extra
coupons.” Mary went to the one who loved her, who blessed her without
conditions. Elizabeth knew Hannah’s story mirrored her own. I imagine
her in her years of waiting for a child blessing the little ones in the
family around her, teaching them songs and telling them stories. Mary
knew Elizabeth was a safe space in this risky time and so she went to be
with her, to take refuge and comfort as she prepared for the work
ahead. This safe space and deep love, I believe, does wonders for our
souls and our resilience. Mary leads by example, with her very life she
tell us to take time to soak it in. This Blue Christmas we must find the
people who love us and soak in their presence. This Blue Christmas, if
we are able, we must find moments to be that presence to others, to be
Mary’s favorite Auntie and say, Blessed are you to a hurting heart.
One final learning I want to lift up from Mary and her song is the first line. It says, “My soul magnifies the Lord.” I help you see God
- this pregnant woman who shouldn’t be pregnant says, “I help you see
God.” This woman is incredibly vulnerable in a world that despises
vulnerability, says I help you see God. She was not ashamed she was
sacred. She was not alone; none of the work was her work it was God’s
work with her. She took courage that the path was one she should take
with God’s love in and around and through her.
Christmas
is a testament to our resilience. A testament to a hard earned hope and
joy that is not cheap or easy. Christmas has always been a glimpse into
the hard spaces where God is at work in us and through us in the world.
Hard spaces are sacred. We must name them, claim them and honor how
they help us see God in each other and the world. So this season,
cultivate a life of faith like Mary, check in with your favorite Auntie
(even if it's on Zoom) and know that you are beloved and beautiful, you,
in all of your imperfection help us all see God. We in our vulnerability
and our imperfections point towards the divine love, may we have the
courage to look.
May we have Mary’s Courage. May it be so. Amen.
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