The 12th day of Christmas. Of
course had to clear Joe and his woman off the steps. Again. The temperature is
rising. Creating a dangerous situation.
A filmy layer of water over the ice. I’m getting texts from people
afraid to venture out. I know what that means.
Jeremy arrives and we do a quick run
through of our music.
When John arrives, it’s time to begin.
We start with our old familiar Sanctuary. ( Lord prepare me….) I say
that our old song continues to grow like musical weeds in the ecumenical
garden. Jane’s congregation named itself Sanctuary. Alistair and West End
picked it up. Then the his resident Jewish congregation Romemu took it on. And
at our community Thanksgiving service, the new cantor at Rodeph laid it on like
whipped cream topping over Hinei ma tov uma naim.
Our opening song was the traditional We
Three Kings and I tell my cousin story again. (….Orientar… http://west-parkpress.blogspot.com/2013/01/epiphanyel-dia-de-los-tres-reyes-magos.html ).
We begin our scripture readings with
Isaiah 60: 1-6.
Arise, shine; for your light has come,
and the glory of the LORD has risen upon you.
2 For darkness shall cover the earth,
and thick darkness the peoples;
but the LORD will arise upon you,
and his glory will appear over you.
3 Nations shall come to your light,
and kings to the brightness of your dawn.
and the glory of the LORD has risen upon you.
2 For darkness shall cover the earth,
and thick darkness the peoples;
but the LORD will arise upon you,
and his glory will appear over you.
3 Nations shall come to your light,
and kings to the brightness of your dawn.
4 Lift
up your eyes and look around;
they all gather together, they come to you;
your sons shall come from far away,
and your daughters shall be carried on their nurses’ arms.
5 Then you shall see and be radiant;
your heart shall thrill and rejoice,
because the abundance of the sea shall be brought to you,
the wealth of the nations shall come to you.
6 A multitude of camels shall cover you,
the young camels of Midian and Ephah;
all those from Sheba shall come.
They shall bring gold and frankincense,
and shall proclaim the praise of the LORD.
they all gather together, they come to you;
your sons shall come from far away,
and your daughters shall be carried on their nurses’ arms.
5 Then you shall see and be radiant;
your heart shall thrill and rejoice,
because the abundance of the sea shall be brought to you,
the wealth of the nations shall come to you.
6 A multitude of camels shall cover you,
the young camels of Midian and Ephah;
all those from Sheba shall come.
They shall bring gold and frankincense,
and shall proclaim the praise of the LORD.
We notice the contrast of darkness and light, the light shining
through the darkness. A song of restoration on the edge of captivity and occupation. Nations coming from afar. A universal, not a local vision.
Ah, and here are kings…and camels, a multitude of camels; and gifts of gold and frankincense… (wait, no myrrh?
We’ll have to come back to that…) Clearly Matthew was mining this prophetic
passages for images for his birth
narrative.
Then we read Psalm 72: 1-7, 10-14 and we
repeat responsively
All
kings shall bow down before you; all nations shall do you service
as Jeremy begins to underscore my reading.
We don’t talk much about the Epistle reading, 3:
1-12, except to notice again the emphasis on Gentiles, the goyim, the others.
After Arcadia reads the gospel in Spanish,
Matthew 2: 1-12, Jeremy and I do the traditional Puerto Rican carol, De tierra
Lejana. (http://stagersound.com/WestPark/Service_1-5-14/SpanishSong.mp3 ). And people begin to join in. Finally, the gospel from Matthew, the old
familiar story.
GOSPEL MATTHEW
2:1-12
Mary and Joseph greet the three kngs |
6 ‘And you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah,
are by no means least among the rulers of Judah;
for from you shall come a ruler
who is to shepherd my people Israel.’”
7Then Herod secretly called for the wise men and learned from
them the exact time when the star had appeared. 8Then he sent them to
Bethlehem, saying, “Go and search diligently for the child; and when you have
found him, bring me word so that I may also go and pay him homage.” 9When they had heard the
king, they set out; and there, ahead of them, went the star that they had seen
at its rising, until it stopped over the place where the child was. 10When they saw that the
star had stopped, they were overwhelmed with joy. 11On entering the house,
they saw the child with Mary his mother; and they knelt down and paid him
homage. Then, opening their treasure chests, they offered him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. 12And having been warned in
a dream not to return to Herod, they left for their own country by another road.
And we notice…no shepherds, no manger, no
sheep or cattle. Just wise men. Not kings. And no mention of three.
And this time a new gift. Myrrh. The spice for burial. It’s always
Matthew’s scheme to tell the whole story of Jesus in the birth narrative. So
the presence of the cross is here, even at the beginning. Foreshadowing. And
like the wise men, after we have been enlightened, we must return home by another road. You can’t go back the same
way you came.
We talk about how the word epiphany came to
mean more than the religious meaning. Like Anna says, like the cartoon light
bulb. The moment when you get it. When the light comes on and on an instant
it’s all clear. So what do people get here? That this ruler is different? Like
Matthew set us up for in his genealogy? That this ruler must suffer, even to
death? And that from here on out, the beloved community includes gentiles,
outsiders, people of other religions? ( The wise men, probably Zoroastrians
from Persia or maybe part of Iraq….)
But on this day, it has another meaning.
Because our leaders will consider sending to our national church a call for the
church to grant permission for its pastors to perform same gender marriages. We
had been previously asked to endorse such an action where state civil law
allows. But our friend Ray Bagnuolo, with whom I did a double same gender marriage
right before Thanksgiving, has challenged us to forward an overture that calls
for that right regardless of civil law. Ray argues theologically that we cannot
allow civil law to determine our law. (Thank you, Ray). And I explain to our people
that this will allow my colleagues, based on their own conscience, to do without
fear of losing their ministry what West-Park and the sate of New York allows me
to do all the time. If you’re gonna go,
go all the way. The congregation has a sense of pride in being able to step out
first (thanks to the work of Lincoln Park Church in Chicago) and take a stand
that pushes beyond the liberal qualified position. I am honored to be this
church’s pastor.
We celebrate our Eucharist. Then Jeremy helps me do Early on one Christmas morn. I talk about how the song goes back to Freddie Half-Pint Jackson, of the Cotton Top Mountain Sanctified Singers. How Freddie also sang in the new Orleans bordellos and we now know was a pioneering female impersonator. (Thanks s to Bruce Cockburn for introducing u to Freddie.) And we finish with Andre leading us in Jesus the light if the world.As we sing, we share our Christmas candles one more time.
Andre led us |
On Zora
Neale Hurston’s birthday, January 6, 2014, I recall this wonderful passage in
Their eyes were watching God..
Folkses, de sun is goin’ down.
De Sun-maker brings it up in de mornin’, and de Sun-maker sends it tuh bed at
night. Us poor weak humans can’t do nothin’ tuh hurry it up nor to slow it
down. All we can do, if we want any light after de settin’ or befo’ de risin’,
is tuh make some light ourselves. So dat’s how come lamps was made. Dis evenin’
we’se all assembled heah tuh light uh lamp. Dis occasion is something for us
all tuh remember tuh our dyin’ day. De first street lamp in uh colored town.
Lift yo’ eyes and gaze on it. And when Ah touch de match tuh dat lamp-wick let
de light penetrate inside of yuh, and let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Brother Davis, lead us in a word uh prayer. Ask uh blessin’ on dis town in uh
most particular manner.”
While Davis chanted a traditional prayer-poem with
his own variations, Joe mounted the box that had been placed for the purpose
and opened the brazen door of the lamp. As the word Amen was said, he touched
the lighted match to the wick, and Mrs. Bogle’s alto burst out in:
We’ll walk in de light, de beautiful light
Come where the
dew drops of mercy shine bright
Shine all around us by day and by night
Jesus, the
light of the world.
They, all of them, all of
the people took it up and sung it over and over until it was wrung dry, and no
further innovations of tone and tempo were conceivable. Then they hushed and
ate barbecue.
Arcadia cut the rosca |
Jeremy found a baby Jesus |
If I
have my new house by then, I promise to host a party.
All
that’s left is for the Session to make our overtire request official. And to n
surprise, they is exactly what they do.
After
attending Helen Rosenthal’s inauguration as our new city council member and
after joining Kate and Arcadia and Marsha spending 12th night
serving dinner at the SPSA homeless shelter, I stop by the church once more.
Rachel is there. She has nowhere to go. I try to persuade her to seek shelter.
She will not. She drags her carts out into the
bitter cold night. And I wonder
where she will be.
And I found one too |
Twelfth
day. And now frigid 12th night. The 12 days of Christmas are over
and to our friends in
Russia...
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