FIRST PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH, ATLANTA, GEORGIA

Sermon by Dr. George Bryant Wirth

 

The Fourth Sunday in Advent

December 21, 2008

 

CHRIST AT THE CENTER: THE FAMILY OF FAITH

WHEN THE SHOPPING IS DONE

 

Scripture:  Luke 2:1-20

 

INTRODUCTION

 

Back in the 1990’s, a friend gave me an article from The Times Union newspaper in Jacksonville, Florida and said “This will preach.”  So I have saved it all these years, waiting for the right sermon, and I think the time has come.  Please listen:

 

          “Wesconnett resident Debbie Kozloski and her husband Mike tried to emphasize the spiritual reasons for Christmas, but they discovered that their five year old daughter needed some coaching.

          As the family was unwrapping the nativity set, little Kara asked the question: Why do we have all this God stuff for Christmas?

          The parents reminded her about the birth of the Christ Child and what happened during that first Christmas a long time ago.

          The young girl thought for a moment, then placed the Baby Jesus inside the stable and stood the others – Mary and Joseph, the shepherds and angels and wise men – in a straight line.  She looked at her mother and father and said the Baby goes here – and all the customers line up outside.”  (From “Bob Phelps’ People,” The Times Union, Jacksonville, Florida, December 11, 1996)

 

 

 

 

 

I

 

Well, that child will pick up the story as she grows older.  But the truth is, there are far too many people who forget, ignore or just don’t know the real reason for this season.  To them, Christmas is a shopping spree, trying to find the best buys, standing in long lines waiting to purchase the merchandise that they want but probably do not need.

 

One of The New Yorker cartoons that I have shared with some of you during this Advent Season pictures a department store scene with clerks at the cash registers, customers walking around and a woman sprawled on the floor with her bags spilling out.  The caption announces from a loudspeaker somewhere in the background: “Main floor, aisle six, ladies’ scarves.  Shopper down.”  (The New Yorker Collection)

 

Tragically, that actually happened three weeks ago up in Valley Stream, New York on what we now, strangely enough, call “Black Friday” after Thanksgiving.  A magazine story described it this way:

 

          “Thanksgiving wasn’t even over yet when shoppers looking for Christmas bargains began gathering outside the Green Acres Mall Wal-Mart…The crowd grew all night, swelling to more than 2,000 just before the store’s scheduled 5 AM opening.  Then the restless throng started pushing against the sliding glass doors with their shoulders and pounding with their fists.  Suddenly the doors shattered and the mob surged through in a blind rush, crushing 34 year-old Jdimytai Damour, a temporary Wal-Mart worker who was trying to keep the crowd in check.  But the 6-foot-5, 270 pound Damour was simply no match for the frenzied shoppers who trampled over him.  He was pronounced dead about an hour later…

          ‘Enough already,’ said Derrick Jackson in The Boston Globe.  ‘When someone dies in a stampede for the bargain bin, it would seem like a good time to reassess the difference between what we want and what we need.”  (From “The Week” Magazine, December 12, 2008)

 

Did you hear that my friends?  “The difference between what we want and what we need.”  I think that we as Christians need to be careful about our own shopping sprees, we need to be prayerful about our own Christmas rush anxieties; as Christians, we need to ask God, as one little boy prayed at bedtime, to “Forgive us for our Christmases as we Christmas against one another,” and we need to repent if during Advent, any of us have slipped into materialistic behavior and lost sight of the birth of our Savior.

 

So if you have come here today looking for the way to the Manger, if you want to find joy in the journey toward Bethlehem, if you are searching for hope in these hard times, and desire peace in your heart, soul and mind, then listen to these words from the Presbyterian poet Ann Weems, words that I believe can lead us in the right direction:

 

“What do I want for Christmas?

I want to kneel in Bethlehem,

The air thick with alleluias,

The angels singing,

That God is born among us.

In the light of the star,

I want to see them come,

The wise ones and the humble.

I want to see them come

Bearing whatever they treasure

To lay at the feet

Of Him who gives His life.

What do I want for Christmas?

To see in that stable

The whole world kneeling in thanks

For a promise kept:

New life.

For in His nativity,

We find ours.

 

(From “Kneeling in Bethlehem” by Ann Weems,

 The Westminster Press, 1980, page 34)

 

II

 

That is what happened during the first Advent Season as Joseph and young Mary, who was nine months pregnant, made their way toward Bethlehem.  The familiar passage from Luke chapter 2 tells us that while they were there, the time came for Mary to deliver her child.  And she gave birth to her firstborn Son and wrapped Him in bands of cloth, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.  (Luke 2:607)

 

Marcus Borg and John Dominic Crossan, in their book “The First Christmas,” describe the scene for us:

 

          “Luke imagines Bethlehem crowded with David’s descendants for the imperial taxation census.  All the closed and private rooms were gone, and so were all the covered and semi-private ones around the open courtyard.  Jesus, therefore, is born among the animals…and laid in one of their feeding troughs.”  (From “The First Christmas” by Marcus J. Borg and John Dominic Crossan, HarperCollins, 2007, page 150)

 

Now as much as I love to sing “Silent Night” on Christmas Eve, Luke’s story implies there was a lot of commotion in that little town of Bethlehem when Jesus was born.  Those first century folks could not phone or e-mail ahead to make reservations, so my hunch is there was plenty of anxiety and frustration when weary travelers arrived and couldn’t find a room.  Moreover, we can imagine that the noise level went up a few hundred decibels, what with all of those animal sounds and the crowds milling around.

 

At the end of the day, when the angel announced to the shepherds that the Savior had come, and suddenly a host of angels burst forth into a song of praise bigger and more glorious than the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Luke says that the shepherds went with haste to see what had taken place – the first Christmas rush!  So that was not really a quiet day nor was it a silent night a long time ago in Bethlehem.

 

But then, when things calmed down some and those divinely blessed people – Mary and Joseph, the shepherds, eventually the wise men, and probably a number of relatives and friends – when they gradually realized the miracle unfolding before their eyes, I think they somehow knew that the promise of peace on earth was beginning to come true.

 

Howard Thurman, the mystic theologian who had a major impact on the ministry of Martin Luther King Jr., Howard Thurman, in one of his most profound poems, pictured that first Christmas and Christmas still today:

 

“When the song of the angels is stilled

When the star in the sky is gone

When the shepherds are back with their flock

The work of Christmas begins:

          To find the lost

          To heal the broken

          To feed the hungry

          To release the prisoner

          To re-build the nations

          To bring peace among people

          To make music in the heart”

 

CONCLUSION

 

And so it is when the shopping’s done.  I finished yesterday afternoon and walked out of Lenox Mall, leaving behind all of that commotion and resolving to focus my heart and soul and mind on Bethlehem, which is what I’ve tried to do, like many of you, since the beginning of Advent.

 

It’s not that the shopping is wrong, as long as we remember that Christmas should never be confused with what we think we want, but rather connected to the Lord Jesus and to what He knows that we need.

 

With just four days to go, some of us caught a glimpse of that vision earlier this morning, as more than 700 homeless guests enjoyed a wonderful breakfast here and were given the debit cards that so many of you made possible for us to share with them – and those men, women and children went away from our church today with smiles on their faces and hope in their hearts.

 

You see, when the shopping is done, the work of Christmas begins.  During a worship service, the pastor asked the children gathered around her what difference it would make if Jesus had never been born.  She expected answers like “We wouldn’t have any presents” or “The world would be a worse place.”  What she didn’t see coming was the young boy who spoke up and said “Preacher, if Jesus had never been born, you would be out of work.”

 

My friends, these are hard times in America, with unemployment statistics up that represent real people who have been knocked down, including those whom we know and millions more that we will never meet.  But we see them all around us – hurting and struggling human beings who need help.  And in the midst of this economic crisis, an increased number of people I know in our church are spending less on themselves and sharing more with others, especially the poor across this city.

 

You see, when the shopping is done, the work of Christmas begins.  Joan Gray, Parish Associate in this congregation and Moderator of The Presbyterian Church (USA) from the summer of 2006 until this past June 2008 – Joan Gray put it this way during the Advent Season two years ago:

 

          “Christmas is about the transformation of our world into the world God wants it to be.  Christmas is about our transformation into the beloved community.  Christmas is about God’s selfless love poured out into a world desperately in need of a Savior.”  (From an article “Taking Back Christmas” by Rev. Joan S. Gray, Presbyterians Today Magazine, December 2006)

 

You see, when the shopping is done, the work of Christmas begins.  So, let it begin with you and with me.

 

          God of Christ Child born of old

          God of frankincense and gold,

          God of song-filled starry night,

          Fill our hearts with manger light.

 

          God of peace and God of strain,

          God of hope and God of pain,

          God of sorrow and of mirth,

          Grant our hearts a Savior’s birth.

 

                                      Vic Jameson

 

In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.  Amen.