Tomorrow is the day when billions of Christians commemorate the birth of Jesus Christ.
The story of his birth is now rarely told in the vast numbers of marketing messages that begin months before December 25th.
And, like so many things in our culture today, religion itself has become politicized.
“Worship” services have, in many churches, become more about temporal concerns, Party affiliation, or devotion to a specific human being than to the eternal mystery of God.
Who, or what, lit the spark of creation, the genesis of the Big Bang – and why?
How did everything in our universe come from nothing itself?
What happens to us after we die?
This mystery — what happens after death — leads to both sorrow and hope, two emotions that don’t often share the same space.
If the hope of our consciousness, our soul, surviving the death of our bodies is all that animates our actions while we’re alive, I think we’re missing the point of Christmas.
Christmas presents us with the idea of becoming companions of God Himself, of seeing the divine itself in every corporeal form, whether it be an infant lying amongst the filth of a barn, or parents with a different skin color from ours asking for compassion and help.
When we are filled with so much anger and hate for others, whether the others are from a different place, speak a different language, or vote for a different person than we do, how can we believe any of that is pleasing to eternal God?
My hope is that somehow we return to the essence of the message of Christmas, focused more on how we mirror Christ right now, in this moment, than on justifying beliefs and biases we never saw within the story of the historical Jesus.
Would we be telling Joseph and Mary that there is no room for them in our city, in our state, our nation…in our hearts?
Would we refuse to answer the door when they knocked, asking for help?
Would God really want us as companions today?