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Christmas used to mean more. The conception of Christmas used to be a teenaged girl, pregnant before marriage, drenched in sweat. She had just pushed her first child into the cold night air of an unheated, smelly barn, and the baby was still covered with afterbirth and blood.
Almost 20 years ago, we were living in another state, and my wife, Bonnie, was teaching in a middle school. One afternoon she asked a group of seventh-graders their plans for high school and beyond. One girl, 13 years old, said the current year would be her last year of formal education.
When Bonnie asked why, the teenager replied, Im going to have a baby and live on welfare like my mother and my grandmother. In a day when hundreds of thousands of teenagers become pregnant outside of marriage, that middle-schoolers comments scarcely raise an eyebrow.
Two thousand years ago, the discovery of Marys pregnancy would have been the scandal of the town. A social pariah, Mary went to the one person she thought might understand her embarrassment: her cousin, Elizabeth, who was pregnant under circumstances that were obviously miraculous. But while everyone rejoiced with Elizabeth, they cast long looks of anger and disgust at Mary.
The disparity continued into the births of the two boys: John was born at the parsonage, into the joy of a ministers home; Jesus entered the world far from his parents home, an outcast with only his mother and his step-father to welcome his birth.
Nine months earlier an angel had shown up in Marys living room. Gabriel had scared the little Jewish girl half out of her wits. She was so afraid that before Gabriel could give her Gods message, he had to calm her young heart that threatened to beat right out of her chest. Then the angel spoke powerful words about Gods plan of salvation.
God is pleased with you, Mary, the angel said, and you will become pregnant.
Mary heard the rest of the message, but it was the P word that stuck in her mind.
How can this happen? Mary demanded. I am a virgin!
Then her periods stopped, she got morning sickness and her stomach started to swell. Somewhere on a dusty Judean road, the birth contractions started. Somewhere in a strange city, with the No Vacancy signs all over town, her water broke.
Joseph convinced a beleaguered inn-keeper to at least allow his young wife to have her baby in the barn.
You will give birth to Gods Son, Gabriel had said.
Push! Joseph urged.
The Messiah. Christ the Lord. Unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior.
That night an angel chorus sang to shepherds, but their notes were drowned out by the screams of a young woman, a little girl, a baby who was having a baby.
The Savior of the world? Gods Son?
Come on, Mary. I can see the head. Just one more push!
Somewhere in the darkness, Joseph held his son, Gods Son, God in human flesh, by the heels and swatted the babys backside, and Jesus communicated with sinful mankind for the first time. The fluid cleared from his lungs, and the coda to the angels chorus was a healthy wail. Then Mary cleaned her bloody son - for the first time - and wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger.
Thirty-three years later, another Joseph, Joseph of Aramathea, cleaned off the bloody body of Marys son, Gods Son, God in human flesh - for the last time - wrapped him in burial clothes and laid him in a tomb.
But death could hold him for only three days because he really was, really is, the Savior who is Christ, the Lord!
He is Christmas. He is the reason for the season. Merry Christmas!
(David Sisler is a Martinez resident and pastor of Macedonia United Methodist Church in Camak.)
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