A meditation inspired by the prayer posted earlier this morning.(for additional ideas for sermon material please check out the comments in the Preacher Party Martha held yesterday I especially like the YouTube video of the kids in New Zealand and Esperanza's story about the teacher using her groupon ticket to pay for a bus to take school kids out to do good deads).
There
is an old story about bread and a simple act of compassion.
Once
there was a man who lived next door to a church. Despite this fact he spent
every Sunday sleeping through the worship service. One morning he awoke early,
just in time to hear, through the open window, some verses of scripture being
read. In the passage God instructs the children of Israel to place twelve
loaves of bread on the holy table.
The
man, in his half-awake bewildered state, believed that God had spoken to him
directly, instructing him to place twelve loaves of bread on the altar in the
church. The man felt somewhat honored at the thought that God needed him. But,
given that he was wealthy enough to do anything, he also felt somewhat foolish
that all God wanted was bread. Giving bread did not seem very important.
Nonetheless the man got up and made twelve loaves of bread.
Later,
the man entered the church with his bundle of bread and wondered how he could
possibly leave it without being seen. Finally the room was empty and he
was able to place the bread on the table, as he did so he said, “Thank you, God
for guiding me in your desire. Pleasing you, God, fills me with delight.” And
then the wealthy man left.
No
sooner had the wealthy man gone than a poor man came into the
church and knelt in a pew to pray. All alone he poured out his heart and told
God how he had nothing, not even enough food to feed his family for the week.
Then the man saw the twelve loaves of bread on the altar and exclaimed, “It’s a
miracle! Blessed are you, O God, who answers prayers.” He collected the bread
and ran home to share it with his family and neighbors.
Minutes
later the wealthy man returned, curious to know what God had done with the
bread. Slowly he climbed the stairs to the holy table where he saw that the
bread was gone. “Oh my God,” he whispered, “You really ate the loaves! I
thought you were just kidding. This is wonderful. You can bet that next week I
will bring twelve more loaves!”
The
following week the rich man returned with twelve loaves of bread. He placed
them on the holy table and left. Shortly there after the poor man returned and
once again began his litany of woes. Then, again, he saw the bread on the holy
table and felt that his prayers had been answered.
And
so began a weekly ritual that lasted twenty years. The rich man baked twelve
loaves of bread and placed them, once a week, on the holy table. And once a
week the poor man came, said a prayer, and found the bread. It became such a
routine that neither man gave it much thought.
Then
one day the priest, detained in the sanctuary longer than usual, witnessed this
amazing and odd ritual. First she saw the richest man in town place on the holy
table twelve loaves of bread. Then she saw the poorest man in town come and
take those loaves of bread.
The
priest summoned both men to come and meet her. Then the priest questioned the
men about their actions. The men were ashamed, one thinking he had given bread
to God and the other thinking the bread was from God. They vowed to never to do
this again. But the priest said, “Each of you look at your hands. Yours,” she
said to the rich man, “Are the hands of God giving food to the poor. And
yours,” she said to the poor man, “are the hands of God receiving gifts from
the rich. In this way, God is present in your lives. Go and continue baking and
continue taking. Your hands are the hands of God.”
Over
and over God acts in and through the lives of human beings. God acted through
Abraham and Sarah, Isaac and Rebecca, Jacob and Rachel. From these ancient
women and men God builds a nation of people who listen and follow God’s desire.
Later, as we hear in Luke, God acted through Mary and Joseph. God calls them to
bear forth into this world, the very life of God. The mystery of
Christmas is revealed in the reality of God choosing to act in and through human
life.
The
incarnation, the birth of God's love in human form, makes everything else
possible. It is the birth of God in human flesh that assures us of God’s
presence with us. God chose to manifest God’s love in human flesh. God chose to
work in and through human lives. It is the birth that shows us, as
Christians, how to live as faithful people in the Paschal Mystery. For it is
the birth that eventually directs us to the brokenness in human life, to
recognize all the ways we reject God’s love. It is the birth that leads to the
life and the crucifixion - a sad and tragic death that leads to new life
again – all with the assurance that God’s love is given over and over, given to
us exactly as we are, in all our brokenness.
In
this Christmas season, still raw from the tragedies of this year, of lives
taken too soon, too young, let us embrace anew the birth of God’s love in the
Christ child. For life is full of tragedy, even the life of Jesus, God’s child
contained pain and suffering.
But
God is always present. God is present at our birth. God is present in our
lives. God is present and caring in our suffering. God is with the dying. And
God is working through the pain and brokenness of this world to bring forth new
life.
When
the world was dark, Christ crept in beside us, to love us. Born in and through
the darkness, God’s love comes into the world to tend to our brokenness.
Birthed from the darkness of Mary’s womb like the darkness of our lives, the
light of Christ is born. In darkness life begins and brings forth hope, love,
peace, and joy.
As
Christians we are called, through baptism, to be the Body of Christ, which
means we are called to bring forth God’s love in and through our lives – as a
church, as a community, and as individuals.
The bread
of Holy Communion is one of the primary ways we know the presence of the living God.
Give
us this day our daily bread.
I
am the bread of life, which comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.
The
bread that Christ gives us is the food of love, nourishing our hearts and
souls. Fed by the love of God in Christ we are called to heal the sick,
called to care for the poor, called to reconcile the broken- hearted.
Come,
Lord Jesus, be with us in the bread;
Come, let us share in the one bread, that we may be a source
of hope for others.
Let us become the
food of love that will heal this broken world.
Let us be Christ’s
hands and heart in the world, may all our actions and words bring forth peace.
God was born into the world a small vulnerable baby,
trusting human hands to hold their maker. May we hold that trust tenderly and through it
bring forth peace, hope, and love. May
the joy of our lives bring joy to the world.
Merry Christmas.
The source of the story used at the beginning of this meditation is unknown to me. The rest of the meditation is my Christmas homily this year. May this day be rich and full of God's grace and mercy. May you find rest even as you move from preparation to serving, offering up your Christmas sustenance in food and word.
Merry Christmas one and all.
Part three will be posted in a few hours.
Merry Christmas one and all.
Part three will be posted in a few hours.
And, here is another sharing from a friend of mine on facebook, something that happened in her church yesterday:
ReplyDelete" the church is literally overflowing with children and adults who have come to hear the combined choirs of Woodstock and Phoenicia, as well as musicians from the Woodstock Chamber Orchestra, present a short version of the Messiah. Much to the distress of the director, the tenor has not arrived! She looks at the audience and asks, “Is there a tenor in the house?” A man steps forward, she hands him the sheet music and the program begins. And there is in the room a deep appreciation for the stranger, for the music, and for the community of kindred spirits who are gathered.
Is this not a great example of the joy and surprise of Christmas? God is never hesitant to show up in the guise of a stranger, especially when the glory of God will be shared in joy. And are we not called upon from time to time to step forward to supply the music for another’s heart?"
Love this!
DeleteFriends, with heavy heart I ask for prayers for the community of Webster, NY. By now you may have heard about the firefighters who were shot when responding to a fire, and the fire that has now claimed at least 3 homes. I served the Presbyterian Church in this community for 5 1/2 years, and my across the street neighbor was the Assistant Fire Chief. It is an all volunteer fire department. My heart is heavy with grief.
ReplyDeletePraying, Tracy. Such a terrible story.
DeleteYes, Tracey, praying for this community and for you as you grieve...
DeletePrayer, Tracey.
DeleteI saw that on my news feed earlier this morning - shock and disbelief! Prayers for your community and for you and the other pastor-types providing God's love to a hurting community.
DeletePrayers for all.
DeleteLord, have mercy.
ReplyDeleteTerri - thank you for the story and the prayer earlier. So nice to have bread for my soul before I go to feed others! I look forward to part 3!
ReplyDeleteThe luminarias are set in place. Soon our neighbors will be out with their lighters. I'll hear the clicks and I'll know Christmas has begun. Good thing my little meditation for Christmas day is done!
ReplyDeleteooooooh! Lovely.
DeleteChristmas greetings to you all. home form Christmas morning worship, time for a cuppa and cake, and opening presents, before few quiet days away.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas, Pearl. Blessings to you, enjoy your time away. I get to do the same after worship in the morning (still Christmas Eve here)...
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