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The Innkeeper: A Christmas Reading

THE INNKEEPER


And she gave birth to her first-born son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.

Luke 2:7

This Christmas narrative can be found in Frederick Buechner’s book Secrets in the Dark.

I speak to you as men of the world, not as idealists, but as realists. Do you know what it is like to run an inn—to run a business, a family, to run anything in this world for that matter, even your own life? It is like being lost in a forest of a million trees and each tree is a thing to be done.

Is there fresh linen on all the beds? Did the children put on their coats before they went out? Has the letter been written, the book read? Is there money enough left in the bank?

Today we have food in our bellies and clothes on our backs, but what can we do to make sure that we will have them still tomorrow?

A million trees. A million things.

Until finally we have eyes for nothing else, and whatever we see turns into a thing.

The sparrow lying in the dust at your feet—just a thing to be kicked out of the way, not the mystery of death.

The calling of children outside your window—just a distraction, an irrelevance, not life, not the wildest miracle of them all.

That whispering in the air that comes sudden and soft from nowhere—only the wind, the wind…

Of course, I remember very well the evening they arrived. I was working on my accounts and looked up just in time to see the woman coming through the door.

She walked in that slow, heavy-footed way that women have in the last months, as though they are walking in a dream or at the bottom of the sea. Her husband stood a little behind her—a tongue-tied, helpless kind of man, I thought.

I cannot remember either of them saying anything, although I suppose some words must have passed. But at least it was mostly silence. The clumsy silence of the poor. You know what I mean. It was clear enough what they wanted.

The stars had come out. I remember the stars perfectly though I don’t know why I should, sitting inside as I was. And my cat jumped up onto the table where I was sitting. I had not stood up, of course.

There was mainly just silence. Then it happened much in the way that you have heard. I did not lie about there being no room left—there really was none—though perhaps if there had been a room, I might have lied. As much for their sakes as for the sake of the inn. Their kind would have felt more at home in a stable, that’s all, and I do not mean that unkindly either. God knows.

Later that night, when the baby came, I was not there.

I was lost in the forest somewhere, the unenchanted forest of a million trees. Fifteen steps to the cellar, and watch out for your head going down. Firewood to the left. If the fire goes out, the heart freezes. Only the wind, the wind.

I speak to you as men of the world. So when the baby came, I was not around, and I saw none of it. As for what I heard—just at that moment itself of birth when nobody turns into somebody—I do not rightly know what I heard.

But this I do know. My own true love. All your life long, you wait for your own true love to come—we all of us do—our destiny, our joy, our heart’s desire. So how am I to say it? When he came, I missed him.

Pray for me, brothers and sisters. Pray for the Innkeeper. Pray for me, and for us all, my own true love.

About the book:

Secrets in the Dark: A Life in Sermons
By Frederick Buechner / HarperCollins

Frederick Buechner has long been a kindred spirit to those who find elements of doubt as constant companions on their journey of faith. He is a passionate writer and preacher who can alter lives with a simple phrase.

Buechner’s words, both written and spoken, have the power to revolutionize and revitalize belief and faith. He reveals the presence of God in the midst of daily life. He faces and embraces difficult questions and doubt as essential components of our lives, rather than as enemies that destroy us. “Listen to your life!” is his clarion call. This theme pervades this definitive collection of 37 sermons, delivered throughout Buechner’s lifetime. Presented chronologically, they provide a clear picture of the development of his theology and thinking. Reflecting Buechner’s exquisite gift for storytelling and his compassionate pastor’s heart, Secrets in the Dark will inspire laughter, hope, and bring great solace. Turn the pages and rediscover what it means to be thoughtful about faith. See why this renowned writer has been quoted in countless pulpits and beloved by Americans for generations.

Come and Worship – a Christmas Devotional

“Come!”

In my early years of school, I learned that word is an imperative, basically a command. Imperatives don’t leave room for discussion.

We usually pad the word to make it more palatable, and easier to follow for those who aren’t used to taking orders.

  • “Please come.”
  • “Do come and see this.”
  • “Would you mind coming over?”

But the word is still there, and can stand alone just as easily as it can be added to a sentence.

Most often, the only ones we might hear say simply, “Come,” are children. A child can say it just as emphatically and convincingly as anyone else. Perhaps more so.

“Come!”

Often with a hand outstretched, to take yours and lead you to see something they have found, to view life for a moment through their eyes.

It is far more difficult for us as grown-ups to say the word. “Come, enter into my world for a moment.” Such a request would show us as needy, insufficient in ourselves, wanting to share a sight or an experience or a moment of joy with someone else.

But we are insufficient, and we do need others. Others to share our joy. Others to come and see what we see. Others to behold what we have beheld.

The shepherds were the first who bid others to “Come and see.” Scriptures says that “they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child” (Luke 2:17).

And ever since then, it has been the sacred and joyful task to share the same message, especially at Christmas.

“O Come, little children.”

“O Come, one and all.”

The gift of a God and a Son. Christ, the Lord, in a manger. Born in a stable, to speak words of truth and grace. Adored by shepherds, to climb a lonely hill beneath a rugged cross. A birth sung by angels. A death watched by those same angels, now hushed, as He cries, “It is finished.”

Come, little children. Come all, to see the One with scars on His hands and feet, in His side, yet risen. Risen.

Come and see.

Come and worship.

Come.

Prayer

Lord, how long it takes me to come sometimes, and when I finally do come before You, how short I usually stay.

For the shepherds, all it took was a glimpse of You as a newborn babe and they noised abroad the news they had heard. They had truly beheld You. They knew who You were and what You could do for them, for everyone.

I am here now. Lord, I come. And I ask You to let me behold who You truly are.

So that I may lead others to You. Help me not to be afraid of their reactions. Disinterest or scorn. Help me be like a child. To grasp a hand and pull them along and say, “Come! Come and see what I’ve seen.”

For You are worthy.

This Christmas, let me behold You, Christ the Lord.

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This reading is an excerpt of a devotional from Finding Christ in the Carols, by author Ian Christopher, inspired by lyrics from well-known Christmas Carols.

Available for only $2.99 on Amazon, Finding Christ in the Carols will help you find moments of personal devotion and reflection during the busy holiday season.

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About the Song: O Come Little Children

This carol was written by Christoph von Schmid, a Bavarian priest, whose literary works for children have been translated into a number of languages. Published in 1794, O Come, Little Children was set to a tune by Johann Schulz.

O Come Little Children – Lyrics

O come, little children, O come, one and all.
To Bethlehem haste, to the manger so small.
God’s Son for a gift has been sent you this day.
To be your redeemer, your joy and delight.

The hay is His pillow, the manger His bed
The beasts stand in wonder to gaze on His head
Yet there where He lieth, so weak and so poor
Come shepherds and wise men to kneel at His door

He’s born in a stable for you and for me,
Draw near by the bright gleaming starlight to see,
In swaddling clothes lying so meek and so mild,
And purer than angels the heavenly child.

See Mary and Joseph with love beaming eyes
Are gazing upon the rude bed where He lies,
The shepherds are kneeling, with hearts full of love,
While angels sing loud hallelujahs above.

Kneel down and adore Him with shepherds today,
Lift up little hands now and praise Him as they;
Rejoice that a Savior from sin you can boast,
And join in the song of the heavenly host.

Now “Glory to God!” sing the angels on high.
And “Peace upon Earth!” heavenly voices reply.
Then come little children, and join in the day
That gladdened the world on that first Christmas Day

Redeeming Grace – A Christmas Devotional

“The Dawn of Redeeming Grace”

An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.

Fairness. Justice. Judgment.

It was the name of the game, and it makes perfect sense.

Even small children have that innate sense of fairness. If little sister gets a chocolate chip cookie, big brother wants a cookie too. It should be fair. If it’s not, someone needs to fix things so that justice will reign once more.

In the household of young children, this is when the child will often call, “Mom,” because they need someone to arbitrate, to determine what is fair.

In the “adult world,” we do it too. We see this desire for justice often enough in the hundreds of lawsuits and court cases that arise in every city, town, or district.

Justice must be served.

We might never end up sitting across the court from someone, but we do it in our own minds just as well, don’t we? We assess a situation and render judgment in our own minds. He was wrong. I am right.

Fairness. Justice. Judgment. An eye for an eye.

But who judges those secret thoughts we think? Who listens to every word we speak in anger? Who knows our hearts and souls, our decisions and mistakes, our shortcomings and anger better than we know it ourselves?

God, the righteous and holy one.

With the first act of sin in the Garden of Eden, a rift was cast between humanity and a Holy God who could not abide in the presence of sin.

First, judgment and justice had to be served.

And it was, with the dawn of redeeming grace. With the birth of Jesus, the greatest sacrifice was set in action. The life of a “spotless Lamb” to atone for the sins of humanity.

With His death and resurrection, this grace flung wide to embrace all who reach for it, even with their final life’s breath. Redeeming grace. Instead of an eye for an eye, we receive forgiveness. Instead of a tooth for a tooth, we are granted mercy. Instead of an eternity separated from God, we are welcomed into His presence.

Grace dawned like the morning sun, and the sound was sweet. So very sweet.

Prayer

God, your grace is greater than every sin I have committed and any sin I could ever commit. I do not understand it, but I thank You for it.

Thank You that instead of receiving the harsh hand of justice, I receive the comforting hand of mercy.

Let me be quick to show this same mercy to others in my life. I have been forgiven so very much. Let me love much, in Your name and by Your grace.

How sweet is that sound.

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This reading is an excerpt of a devotional from Finding Christ in the Carols, by author Ian Christopher, inspired by lyrics from well-known Christmas Carols. Available for only $2.99 on Amazon, Finding Christ in the Carols will help you find moments of personal devotion and reflection during the busy holiday season.

 

 

Silent Night – About the Song

Silent Night was written two centuries ago, by Joseph Mohr, an Austrian. He reportedly gave the poem to his friend, Franz Xavier Gruber, who composed the melody.

Silent Night is one of the most famous and loved Christmas carols. You likely have your own memories of singing it as a child in church or with family during the holiday season.

Silent Night Song Lyrics

Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ, the Savior is born
Christ, the Savior is born

Silent night, holy night
Son of God, love’s pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth

Photo by Tom Lin :3= on Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND

Warming the Heart – A Christmas Devotional

warming the heart at Christmas

“When ‘Tis Cold and Drear”

What is your favorite season?

If you are like many others, your choice will not be winter. Most people opt for the other three seasons. The new life of spring. The sun and fun of summer. The brisk feeling of autumn, when leaves transform the landscape from green to hues of red and gold.

But winter? It’s cold. It’s dreary. Christmas seems the only positive thing about it, and once Christmas is over, it’s cold and dreary again.

But it doesn’t have to be.

Cold, yes. Seasons change and winter brings freezing climates, snow in some locations, and a general gray feeling. Before the sun is high in the sky, it is setting again and the temperature is dropping once more. We cannot avoid the physical cold.

But the heart can be warm. Dreariness does not have to settle over us like a pall of gray lasting all season.

Why do people set up Christmas trees in their house at Christmastime?

“Because everyone else does.” There is that, but there is another reason. Why are evergreens a traditional symbol of the holidays? In places where winter is the coldest and it lasts the longest, evergreens were a reminder of the new life that was coming, though hidden beneath snow and ice.

We all need those reminders. Of new life. Of hope. Of warmth when ‘tis cold and drear.

Next time you look at your Christmas tree or glimpse an evergreen outside your window, take a moment to remember that the cycle of life always continues.

Rebirth and renewal course through the veins after a season of sorrow and even death.

It happens in the world around us, and it can happen inside us. When we stop and consider – not the evergreen tree or the coming of spring, but the birth of a baby boy who brought new life to all people.

Jesus is the greatest promise of undying life, hope eternal, and love that never fades.

Prayer

Lord, the winter sometimes seems to last so long. The winter outside my door, yes, and the winter in my heart. Sorrow seeks to overwhelm me.

The loss I’ve faced makes me feel as though nothing will ever make me smile again. There is a coldness in my heart that I feel I can’t shake.

Let Your love bring my heart to life again. It might be painful, I know, when a frostbitten heart is warmed by the power of Your light. But I would rather a living, beating heart, even if it feels pain, than a heart of stone.

Let me remember that Your light and love are as unchanging as the Christmas tree. Even when it’s cold and drear. Especially when it’s cold and drear.

Give me faith that Your love and light breathe warmth even into the coldest of hearts. Even into mine.

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This reading is an excerpt of a devotional from Finding Christ in the Carols by Ian Christopher, a devotional inspired by lyrics from well-known Christmas Carols.

Available as an e-book on Amazon, Finding Christ in the Carols will help you find moments of personal devotion and reflection during the busy holiday season.

 

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About the Song: O Christmas Tree

Originally titled “O Tannenbaum,” some believe this carol has medieval origin; bringing evergreens into one’s house in winter was practiced as early as the Egyptians. In the Middle Ages, these greens would be to honor the birth of Christ.

Martin Luther might have begun, or continued, the practice of placing lit candles upon the Christmas tree. The melody was published in 1799, while the first verse of the carol was published over 20 years later, credited to August Zarnack. Credit of the second and third verses are given to German poet, Ernst Gebhard Anschutz, in 1824.

O Christmas Tree Lyrics

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy leaves are green forever.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy beauty leaves thee never.
Thy leaves are green in summer’s prime,
Thy leaves are green at Christmas time.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy leaves are green forever.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!
For every year the Christmas tree,
Brings to us all both joy and glee.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!
Each bough doth hold its tiny light,
That makes each toy to sparkle bright.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
Thou tree most fair and lovely!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
Thou tree most fair and lovely!
Thou dost proclaim the Savior’s birth,
Good will to men and peace on earth.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
Thou tree most fair and lovely.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
Thou has a wondrous message:
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
Thou has a wondrous message:
Thou dost proclaim the Savior’s birth
Good will to men and peace on earth.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
Thou has a wondrous message:

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree,
O evergreen unchanging.
A symbol of good will and love,
You’ll ever be unchanging.
Each shining light, each silver bell,
No other sight spreads cheer so well.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
You’ll ever be unchanging.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
How are thy leaves so verdant!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
How are thy leaves so verdant!
Not only in the summertime,
But even in winter is thy prime.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
How are thy leaves so verdant!

What Child is This? – A Christmas Devotional

“The Silent Word is Pleading”

“In the beginning was the Word,” starts one book of the Bible (John 1:1). Without that Word, nothing that we see or hear could have been brought into being, for without that Word “was not anything made that is made.”

Everything we know and feel was created by that Word, the Word that was God.

Things as ethereal and magnificent as light and life and warmth. Things as tiny and transfixing as butterflies and dandelions and laughter.

Ocean waves and the moon that draws them. Sparkling stars and the sky that keeps them.

The Word spoke and all these things surged into existence.

But one day, or one still night, that majestic and overarching Word was reduced to something unintelligible. An act almost incomprehensible.

He became a baby.

No words. Only cries and coos and gurgles. The Word that was God became a humble babe.

God in a manger.

“What child is this?” the song asks.

A worthy question. The world has a right to know. Why the Word, why God, beheld the sky He created through the dim eyes of a newborn, cradled in the embrace of a virgin mother.

She held in her arms the greatest mystery the world had never known.

But it soon would know Him.

This mysterious Word, this innocent babe, grew into a man. And the words He spoke resounded in the hearts and souls of those who heard them.

And when He died and rose again, they began to understand. They began to spread the message that had come alive in their hearts.

And the world began to hear.

The message that the silent Word pled, He still pleads today.

To sinners. To Christians. One and the same.

To the searching. And the found. So often one and the same.

He pleads for us to find Him, the greatest gift of all.

“What child is this? … This is Christ, the King.”

“The King of kings salvation brings.”

He brings salvation to every heart that embraces this King who was once cradled as a baby.

This King “whom shepherds guard and angels sing.”

This King, the mysterious, silent Word who “was made flesh, and dwelt among us … full of grace and truth” (John 1:14).

Prayer

Heavenly Father, my life is full of so many words. Sometimes I feel I am bombarded by them.

On billboards. On my computer screen.

In books and on tablets. In the newspapers and running along the bottom of my TV screen.

So many words. So many messages, often conflicting.

But Your Son was not just a word. He is the Word.

And one Christmas, He was willing to be made flesh, so that we on earth could behold His glory. His glory … so much more than a Word. His presence, full of grace and truth.

Let the Word of God, let Christ the Lord become real in my heart today, Father.

No matter what gifts come and go this Christmas – or any other Christmas – let me remember the greatest gift of all.

When He pleads, let me answer with my heart. And with my life.

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This reading is an excerpt from Ian Christopher’s Christmas devotional, Finding Christ in the Carols, inspired by lyrics from well-known Christmas Carols.

Available as an e-book on Amazon, Finding Christ in the Carols will help you find times of personal devotion and reflection during the busy holiday season.

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About the Song: What Child Is This?

William Chatterton Dix wrote this carol in 1865. While recovering from a serious illness, he experienced a spiritual renewal and wrote several hymns, including What Child is This.

The carol is put to the traditional tune of “Greensleeves.”

What Child Is This? – Lyrics

What child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and donkeys are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spears shall pierce him through,
the cross he bore for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
the Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Come, peasant, king, to own him.
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone him.
Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The babe, the Son of Mary.

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary.

The Glory of God – A Christmas Thought

The glory of God. It seems a difficult thing to desire, much less imagine, in this workaday world.

But still, it shines. It shines on quiet winter nights and it shines on midsummer mornings. It shines throughout the Christmas season. It can cast a glow within our souls because glory shone when God entered our world. Nothing was the same again.

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This reading is an excerpt of Ian Christopher’s devotional Finding Christ in the Carols, inspired by lyrics from well-known Christmas Carols. Available for only $2.99 on Amazon, Finding Christ in the Carols will help you find moments of personal devotion and reflection during the busy holiday season.

The Long Winter – A Christmas Prayer

Christmas Quote

Lord, the winter sometimes seems to last so long. The winter outside my door, yes, and the winter in my heart. Sorrow seeks to overwhelm me. The loss I’ve faced makes me feel as though nothing will ever make me smile again. There is a coldness in my heart that I feel I can’t shake.

Let Your love bring my heart to life again. It might be painful, I know, when a frostbitten heart is warmed by the power of Your light. But I would rather a living, beating heart, even if it feels pain, than a heart of stone. – Ian Christopher

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This reading is an excerpt of a devotional from Finding Christ in the Carols, a devotional inspired by lyrics from well-known Christmas Carols. Available as an e-book on Amazon, Finding Christ in the Carols will help you find moments of personal devotion and reflection during the busy holiday season.

The Greatest Gift of All – A Christmas Devotional Prayer

Heavenly Father, my life is full of so many words. Sometimes I feel I am bombarded by them. On billboards. On my computer screen. In books and on tablets. In the newspapers and running along the bottom of my TV screen. So many words. So many messages, often conflicting.

But Your Son was not just a word. He is the Word.

And one Christmas, He was willing to be made flesh, so that we on earth could behold His glory. His glory so much more than a Word. His presence, full of grace and truth.

Let the Word of God, let Christ the Lord become real in my heart today, Father.

No matter what gifts come and go this Christmas – or any other Christmas – let me remember the greatest gift of all. When He pleads, let me answer with my heart. And with my life.

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This reading is an excerpt of Ian Christopher’s devotional, Finding Christ in the Carols, inspired by lyrics from well-known Christmas Carols. Available as an e-book on Amazon, Finding Christ in the Carols will help you find moments of personal devotion and reflection during the busy holiday season.

Bright and Morning Star – A Christmastime Prayer

Lord, help me to follow You today, even if at times it makes about as much sense as following a star.

Let me never fear to seek for You, and to seek after more of You, knowing that You draw near to those who draw nigh to You.

You were called the Bright and Morning Star.

Be my star on the nights that are dark and lonely and cold.

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This reading is an excerpt of a devotional from Finding Christ in the Carols, a devotional inspired by lyrics from well-known Christmas Carols. Available as an e-book on Amazon, Finding Christ in the Carols will help you find moments of personal devotion and reflection during the busy holiday season.

“The Name of Jesus” by Mel Lawrenz

Sometimes a name is just a name, and sometimes a name captures someone perfectly. The ancients inclined to choose names carefully, so as to make a lifelong statement about a person’s identity. “Jesus” is a name so familiar to us today that we easily forget it was a name with extraordinary significance. The name an angel announced should be given to Mary and Joseph’s new child. And what a name! “Jesus” means “the Lord saves.”

He does indeed.

“Call him Jesus,” the angel said, “because he will save his people from their sins.” None of us can save ourselves anymore than a person sinking in a rowboat can save himself by pulling up on the side of the boat. We need a savior, and not just a theoretical savior, but one who really has the power of God to separate us from the tyranny and the guilt of sin.
But there wouldn’t have been a saving sacrifice if there hadn’t been an incarnation. Bethlehem was the start of the mission. We don’t need to wait until Good Friday and Easter Sunday to celebrate the Savior. The saving started at the birth of Jesus.

Mary and Joseph could not have understood all of this, of course. They were obedient and named the newborn Jesus, “the Lord saves,” but how and when the Lord would save them was still a mystery to them. Not so for us. This side of the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus, we know the extent of the saving love of God.

Prayer for today:

Lord, make me more aware of my sins today and help me know that they shrink before the powerful person of Jesus.

 

Mel Lawrenz is minister at large for Elmbrook Church and the author of Prayers for Our LivesSpiritual Leadership Today, and more.

The Glow of Divine Mystery

quotes by Dietrich BonhoefferBy Dietrich Bonhoeffer, from God is in the Manger

No priest, no theologian stood at the manger of Bethlehem. And yet all Christian theology has its origin in the wonder of all wonders: that God became human. Holy theology arises from knees bent before the mystery of the divine child in the stable.

Without the holy night, there is no theology. “God is revealed in flesh,” the God-human Jesus Christ—that is the holy mystery that theology came into being to protect and preserve. How we fail to understand when we think that the task of theology is to solve the mystery of God, to drag it down to the flat, ordinary wisdom of human experience and reason! Its sole office is to preserve the miracle as miracle, to comprehend, defend, and glorify God’s mystery precisely as mystery. This and nothing else, therefore, is what the early church meant when, with never flagging zeal, it dealt with the mystery of the Trinity and the person of Jesus Christ … .

If Christmas time cannot ignite within us again something like a love for holy theology, so that we—captured and compelled by the wonder of the manger of the Son of God—must reverently reflect on the mysteries of God, then it must be that the glow of the divine mysteries has also been extinguished in our heart and has died out.

It Is the Waking

Winter's Promise[Passage from Reflections on Your Life by Ken Gire]

None of us has gone [to heaven.] We are left largely to our imaginations to visualize what heaven is like…. We have [also] been left with the revelations of a few people who have actually seen heaven and lived to tell about it. Isaiah was one of them (Isaiah 6). The Apostle Paul was another (2 Corinthians 12:1-7). The disciple John was still another (Revelation 19-22). The revelations were so dazzling, they overwhelmed each one of them.

“Eye has not seen and ear has not heard all that God has prepared for those who love Him” (1 Cor. 2:9). Whatever else heaven is, it is more than our experience of life here on earth, not less. It is the fullness of life, not its reduction. It is the waking, as C.S. Lewis put it, not the dream.

From the glimpses given us… we know that whatever else heaven is, it is full of joy. The picture He left us with is one of merriment, of music, dancing, and feasting (vv. 22-25). “Enter into the joy of your master,” are the words He used in a parable to describe the rewards of heaven (Matthew 25:21, 23).

Now and then we get firefly glimpses of that joy… Fleeting moments that pass all understanding. Here one second, someplace else the next. With childlike excitement we follow them, hoping to catch one of them long enough to take in the wonder of it all.

C.S. Lewis describes the feeling as an “inconsolable longing.” In those moments of longing our joy speaks to us. It speaks to us the way the lick of the spoons speaks of birthday cake, the way the smell of roasting turkey speaks of the Thanksgiving meal, the way the scent of pine speaks of Christmas.

And what it speaks of, is heaven.

[More beautiful passages on winter and hope during difficult seasons can be found in Winter’s Promise, Ken Gire’s latest book, releasing in February, 2014.]