From the Antiochian Archdiocese…
Nativity Sermon of St. John Chrysostom
BEHOLD a new and wondrous mystery.My ears resound to the Shepherd’s song, piping no soft melody, but chanting full forth a heavenly hymn. The Angels sing. The Archangels blend their voice in harmony. The Cherubim hymn their joyful praise. The Seraphim exalt His glory. All join to praise this holy feast, beholding the Godhead here on earth, and man in heaven. He Who is above, now for our redemption dwells here below; and he that was lowly is by divine mercy raised.Bethlehem this day resembles heaven; hearing from the stars the singing of angelic voices; and in place of the sun, enfolds within itself on every side, the Sun of justice. And ask not how: for where God wills, the order of nature yields. For He willed; He had the power; He descended; He redeemed; all things yielded in obedience to God. This day He Who is, is Born; and He Who is, becomes what He was not. For when He was God, He became man; yet not departing from the Godhead that is His. Nor yet by any loss of divinity became He man, nor through increase became He God from man; but being the Word He became flesh, His nature, because of impassability, remaining unchanged.And so the kings have come, and they have seen the heavenly King that has come upon the earth, not bringing with Him Angels, nor Archangels, nor Thrones, nor Dominations, nor Powers, nor Principalities, but, treading a new and solitary path, He has come forth from a spotless womb.
Since this heavenly birth cannot be described, neither does His coming amongst us in these days permit of too curious scrutiny. Though I know that a Virgin this day gave birth, and I believe that God was begotten before all time, yet the manner of this generation I have learned to venerate in silence and I accept that this is not to be probed too curiously with wordy speech.
For with God we look not for the order of nature, but rest our faith in the power of Him who works.
What shall I say to you; what shall I tell you? I behold a Mother who has brought forth; I see a Child come to this light by birth. The manner of His conception I cannot comprehend.
Nature here rested, while the Will of God labored. O ineffable grace! The Only Begotten, Who is before all ages, Who cannot be touched or be perceived, Who is simple, without body, has now put on my body, that is visible and liable to corruption. For what reason? That coming amongst us he may teach us, and teaching, lead us by the hand to the things that men cannot see. For since men believe that the eyes are more trustworthy than the ears, they doubt of that which they do not see, and so He has deigned to show Himself in bodily presence, that He may remove all doubt.
Christ, finding the holy body and soul of the Virgin, builds for Himself a living temple, and as He had willed, formed there a man from the Virgin; and, putting Him on, this day came forth; unashamed of the lowliness of our nature.
For it was to Him no lowering to put on what He Himself had made. Let that handiwork be forever glorified, which became the cloak of its own Creator. For as in the first creation of flesh, man could not be made before the clay had come into His hand, so neither could this corruptible body be glorified, until it had first become the garment of its Maker.
What shall I say! And how shall I describe this Birth to you? For this wonder fills me with astonishment. The Ancient of days has become an infant. He Who sits upon the sublime and heavenly Throne, now lies in a manger. And He Who cannot be touched, Who is simple, without complexity, and incorporeal, now lies subject to the hands of men. He Who has broken the bonds of sinners, is now bound by an infants bands. But He has decreed that ignominy shall become honor, infamy be clothed with glory, and total humiliation the measure of His Goodness.
For this He assumed my body, that I may become capable of His Word; taking my flesh, He gives me His spirit; and so He bestowing and I receiving, He prepares for me the treasure of Life. He takes my flesh, to sanctify me; He gives me His Spirit that He may save me.
Come, then, let us observe the Feast. Truly wondrous is the whole chronicle of the Nativity. For this day the ancient slavery is ended, the devil confounded, the demons take to flight, the power of death is broken, paradise is unlocked, the curse is taken away, sin is removed from us, error driven out, truth has been brought back, the speech of kindliness diffused, and spreads on every side, a heavenly way of life has been ¡in planted on the earth, angels communicate with men without fear, and men now hold speech with angels.
Why is this? Because God is now on earth, and man in heaven; on every side all things commingle. He became Flesh. He did not become God. He was God. Wherefore He became flesh, so that He Whom heaven did not contain, a manger would this day receive. He was placed in a manger, so that He, by whom all things are nourished, may receive an infants food from His Virgin Mother. So, the Father of all ages, as an infant at the breast, nestles in the virginal arms, that the Magi may more easily see Him. Since this day the Magi too have come, and made a beginning of withstanding tyranny; and the heavens give glory, as the Lord is revealed by a star.
To Him, then, Who out of confusion has wrought a clear path, to Christ, to the Father, and to the Holy Spirit, we offer all praise, now and forever. Amen.
I bought a movie camera…
a few days ago. You can tell how old I am because I remember movie cameras, super 8, home projectors, the chattering of film moving by, pictures of kids, grandma, and dad with a funny hat. No editing.
I never had them. When you had four kids and worked at a hardware store buying a movie camera was not high on the priority list for my dad. So we have pictures, but no movies. Of my father who passed away in 1994 I have only a few seconds of video taken by my uncle. Of my brother Paul, now gone 5 years, I have nothing.
For some years I had skulked around the camcorder, I guess that’s what they call them now, section of the store. I was doing the math in my head. Could I afford it? What else would I need? All the while the devices kept on getting smaller and less expensive. A few days ago the dam broke loose.
I don’t care that much about the presents, really. But the memories, those really matter. Time is short. Life is fast. Things and people taken for granted sometimes disappear before you notice. I don’t want that to happen anymore.
It’s a Kodak Play Sport, orange, smaller than some cell phones, easy to use and an hours worth of video fits on a removable disk just slightly larger than a postage stamp. More than anything else this Christmas I wanted the memories, just the time spent with the people I love, people growing up and older right before my eyes. I wanted the moments captured for a gift in the years to come. So I bought it.
I hope my family won’t be annoyed. It’s all about love. Really.
She visits…
this blog from time to time so I’d like to wish my sister, Anne, a happy birthday today. Ziggy, zaggy, ziggy, zaggy. hoy, hoy, hoy.
It's a Good Day Today…
December 21, the day when everything changes.
The sun is low in the horizon. In a few hours winter will be here. There are cold weeks ahead and almost certainly snow. Yet its a good day, the day when everything changes.
Each day for half the coming year we add a little bit of daylight, sometimes just a minute or two. That’s okay. They add up, all those extra bits of sun, all those lessening shadows and collectively it means that whatever happens in the next few months can be endured because its is not inevitable.
Spring is inevitable. Even if its hovering around zero and a foot of snow has fallen its all a temporary thing. The little extra moments of sunshine, each one will not be denied. Winter pushes. They push back. In time they crush the snow and ice under its own weight and it disappears into the ground.
Yes, I know. What goes around comes around but for now it’s going to go my way. I’ll deal with June 21 when it comes. In its own way today is the first day of spring.
I Think Right Now…
I like Ron Paul. He’s not a messiah but he talks a lot about freedom and I think freedom is empowering. He speaks of non intervention, too, and I think that we’re long past the time where we can meddle in the lives of other nations or give our very best to the ungrateful.
Could this change? Yes. Is he the ultimate hope?. Not even close. But freedom matters and in a country where our politicians seem to be just rearranging the seats at the nanny state table of largesse, he’s speaking a completely different language. For that alone he should be considered.
I'd Like to Think..
that every song sung, every word given, every testimony shared, and every thought considered about God is somehow still out there, not in the charts perhaps but in the heavens.
I imagine, as well, that heaven is full of beautiful music, music from every place and every era of the world. As long as people have had voices and instruments it seems they have sung with their heads towards the sky and I’d like to think that some of that makes its way to God’s presence. I suppose at first everything would sound like noise until its focus made everything clear and its harmonies emerge.
Maybe at least part of what makes heaven heaven is that we’ll all be, by God’s grace, virtuosos of one kind or another.
I'm not sure…
how it all came about but some time ago I stopped being interested in being erudite, wise, the person with all the right things to say, and the center of the party. I’ll never know all the quotes of the Fathers, never be conversant in the details and history of the rubrics, or laugh at a joke in Greek. I could try, I suppose, but the whole thing seems to me like too much work and extremely high maintenance.
Quite frankly I was never good at it. The whole attempt just felt awkward to me and so I suppose its just wise to let things ride. I’ve studied many things. I have read books. I have degrees. You’d want me on your side in a game of Trivial Pursuit, really. Yet in the end its all stuff and the world already has more stuff than it needs.
It’s good to be simple, to travel straight lines and have a sense of wonder. If I can love God that is enough. Time is short and knowledge for its own sake, or recognition, or any of those kinds of things are never eternal. The captain of the football team dies just like the person playing flute in the band and very little that we’re told is supposed to matter really does.
Love God. Care for others. Live quietly in and on the Earth. There’s not much else after that which isn’t subject to the changes of the world, to the erosion of time. to mortality.
Just be simple, do good work, love others, and live as best you can at peace. The rest seems to be, well, just the rest.
This Past Sunday…
I spoke on the topic of holiness and afterward one parishioner spoke about how we probably needed “A good whipping…” and I thought to myself “Did I miss the point?”
Holiness is not about a whipping but rather about leaving something lesser behind in the pursuit of something better. Holiness is the natural state of the human person and sin is the distortion of who we were meant to be. When we are holy we are most alive and perhaps many of the things we often identify as pleasures in this life ar actually cheaper substitutes for the exhilaration of holiness.
For the most part I struggle with holiness. Yet there have been moments when I’ve drawn close to God and those moments are beautiful beyond description. Even when they are fleeting they are better than everything that came before and worth every effort.
It’s not God who wants to whip you. Satan torments out of the depths of his emptiness. He is the hole that seeks to satisfy his perpetual darkness with other’s pain. God wants you to be what you were meant to be, a being in union with Him, and radiant.
Somehow we’ve gotten it all twisted around and believe that holiness is the chore and sin is the fuller expression of who we are. Holiness is beautiful, light, numinous. graceful, and alive. It’s the sin within us. within me, that scourges me, that inflicts wounds on my soul.
Human beings, because we’ve been ill of soul for so long and live in a world that is co-dependant with this pathology, think that the struggle to be holy is difficult and hard when, in fact, it is the very dynamic of our healing, our re-creation, and our salvation. We’ve been sick so long that recovery seems abnormal to us. We’ve been in the dark so long that our eyes burn if we encounter the light and so rather than taking the time to let them adjust we slink back into the night.
Yet there is nothing like holiness, the purity of heart and the realization that we were designed for God and that when we are with Him and in Him and his life is ours, even for a moment, that eternity is joined to time and the presence of the Holy One fills our time. Compared to this everything the world offers is small.
An Article…
from Biblical Archaeology Review that challenges the widely held notion that Christmas is simply the Christian hijacking of a Roman festival for its own ends.
What do you think?

