William H. Willimon - "Unto Us" (December 22, 1996)
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| - | The gospel for this fourth Sunday of Advent | 0:06 |
| is from Luke. | 0:09 | |
| In the sixth month the angel, Gabriel, | 0:13 | |
| was sent by God to a town | 0:15 | |
| in Galilee called Nazareth, | 0:17 | |
| to a virgin who was engaged to a man | 0:20 | |
| whose name was Joseph of the House of David. | 0:24 | |
| And the virgin's name was Mary. | 0:28 | |
| And he came to her and said, | 0:31 | |
| "Greetings, favorite one, the Lord is with you." | 0:32 | |
| But she was much perplexed by his words | 0:37 | |
| and pondered what sort of greeting this might be. | 0:40 | |
| The angel said to her, | 0:44 | |
| "Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have | 0:46 | |
| "found favor with God, | 0:49 | |
| "and now you will conceive in your womb | 0:51 | |
| "and bear a son and you will name him Jesus. | 0:55 | |
| "He will be great and will be called | 1:00 | |
| "the Son of the Most High. | 1:03 | |
| "And the the Lord God will give to Him the throne | 1:04 | |
| "of his ancestor, David. | 1:07 | |
| "He will reign over the House of Jacob forever. | 1:10 | |
| "And of His kingdom there will be no end." | 1:14 | |
| Mary said to the angel, | 1:18 | |
| "How can this be since I am a virgin?" | 1:21 | |
| The angel said to her, | 1:24 | |
| "The Holy Spirit will come upon you and the power | 1:26 | |
| "of the Most High will overshadow you. | 1:29 | |
| "Therefore the child to be born will be holy. | 1:31 | |
| "He will be called Son of God. | 1:36 | |
| "And now your relative, Elizabeth, in her old age | 1:40 | |
| "has also conceived a son, | 1:43 | |
| "and this is the sixth month for her | 1:45 | |
| "who was said to be barren. | 1:48 | |
| "For nothing will be impossible with God." | 1:51 | |
| Then Mary said, | 1:56 | |
| "Here am I, the servant of the Lord. | 1:58 | |
| "Let it be with me according to your word." | 2:02 | |
| Then the angel departed from her. | 2:07 | |
| This is the word of the Lord. | 2:12 | |
| Thanks be to God. | 2:16 | |
| The Gospel of John opens | 2:23 | |
| by saying that the Word, the Christ, | 2:27 | |
| the Eternal Logos, God, the Word became flesh | 2:32 | |
| and lived among us. | 2:39 | |
| Flesh, meat, incarnation, | 2:42 | |
| which means in the flesh, in the body. | 2:48 | |
| That's Christmas. | 2:52 | |
| This is the Feast of the Incarnation. | 2:55 | |
| This is the time of the year when we celebrate | 3:00 | |
| that our God did not stay aloof, | 3:03 | |
| detached from us on cloud nine, | 3:05 | |
| our God came among what troubles us | 3:08 | |
| in this world, in the flesh. | 3:13 | |
| Now sometimes, well-meaning folks say | 3:19 | |
| something like, well, | 3:23 | |
| when you get down to it, | 3:25 | |
| all religions are fairly much the same, right? | 3:28 | |
| Wrong. | 3:33 | |
| When you get down to it and on Christmas, | 3:35 | |
| we Christians believe we are getting | 3:38 | |
| right down to it. | 3:40 | |
| When you get right down to it, | 3:44 | |
| what we Christians say on Christmas is, | 3:45 | |
| sets us at odds with every religion | 3:49 | |
| I know anything about. | 3:52 | |
| In the Holy Koran there is a favorite verse | 3:56 | |
| of Muslims which says, | 4:00 | |
| "Anyone who claims God has a son, | 4:01 | |
| "shall be cursed." | 4:05 | |
| We Christians in the incarnation are weird, | 4:09 | |
| peculiar, different, 'cause we believe, | 4:15 | |
| or we are here this morning | 4:20 | |
| attempting to believe that our God came | 4:21 | |
| in the flesh and lived among us incarnation. | 4:25 | |
| Last week, on TV, they had one of these | 4:32 | |
| annual Christmas specials, | 4:34 | |
| Christmas From Washington, | 4:36 | |
| and various singers and speakers said | 4:38 | |
| that Christmas is about love and peace | 4:42 | |
| and light and joy and no, no, | 4:46 | |
| Christmas is about God come among us | 4:54 | |
| as a baby, wrapped in rags, | 4:57 | |
| placed in a feed trough, | 5:01 | |
| flesh, in the flesh. | 5:04 | |
| Now, mid-January, last year, | 5:11 | |
| I was somewhere outside Moorhead, Minnesota. | 5:17 | |
| Right up on the border of the Dakotas, | 5:21 | |
| stuck in a forgettable little motel, | 5:24 | |
| and in the morning went down to the little | 5:27 | |
| cafe down there, | 5:31 | |
| which was crowded with people for breakfast, | 5:32 | |
| and I shared a table with a man. | 5:34 | |
| And immediately he ascertained that I was clergy | 5:38 | |
| and I ascertained that he was a professor | 5:41 | |
| at a nearby community college. | 5:44 | |
| And we began to talk. | 5:46 | |
| And I quickly found out that something | 5:50 | |
| had happened to him just a couple | 5:52 | |
| of weeks before on Christmas. | 5:53 | |
| And he needed to tell me about it. | 5:57 | |
| And now I will tell you | 6:00 | |
| just as he told it to me | 6:04 | |
| in that coffee shop in Moorhead, Minnesota. | 6:06 | |
| Here's what he said. | 6:12 | |
| Flight attendants in Santa Clause hats | 6:16 | |
| and plastic holly in their lapels. | 6:18 | |
| Great, I muttered to myself as I settled | 6:22 | |
| into my seat, seat 5C, not up at the bulkhead, | 6:26 | |
| but close enough so that I could be the first | 6:31 | |
| off the plane. | 6:34 | |
| Just great, I thought to myself. | 6:36 | |
| The plane explodes into bits, | 6:39 | |
| and we are helped off by four grinning | 6:41 | |
| Santa Clauses decked with plastic holly berries. | 6:43 | |
| This, this is what I get for having | 6:46 | |
| to fly on Christmas Eve. | 6:49 | |
| I told my mother, you see, | 6:51 | |
| that it would be easier and surely certainly | 6:53 | |
| cheaper to catch an early morning flight | 6:57 | |
| out on Christmas morning. | 6:59 | |
| But mother wouldn't hear of it. | 7:01 | |
| Your sister's coming early and with the kids, | 7:04 | |
| and Bob and I want us all to go to church | 7:07 | |
| together on Christmas morning. | 7:10 | |
| Just all of us as a family on Christmas morning. | 7:12 | |
| This will be the first Christmas since | 7:15 | |
| your father passed away, and, | 7:16 | |
| well what could I say? | 7:19 | |
| So here I sit on Christmas Eve, | 7:21 | |
| ready to race Santa in this 747 commandeered | 7:24 | |
| by grinning little helpers offering Coke, Sprite, | 7:27 | |
| juice, beer, wine, four dollars. | 7:31 | |
| I was warned, I was warned, | 7:35 | |
| I noted an unprecedented number of small | 7:39 | |
| creatures being called onto the plane. | 7:42 | |
| And they were all mittened and stuffed | 7:45 | |
| into new coats and they had things running | 7:46 | |
| down the front of their coats, | 7:50 | |
| and they were clutching recent acquisitions meant | 7:52 | |
| to pacify them for the trip to Cleveland. | 7:54 | |
| Over Illinois, and through the Chicago vector | 7:58 | |
| we go to grandmother's house we go. | 8:01 | |
| Say excuse me, Gabriela, Midwestern voice whined. | 8:06 | |
| I looked up from my paper, | 8:10 | |
| and I saw this small face topped with some sort | 8:12 | |
| of sprig of artificial green and red pushing | 8:16 | |
| silently, persistently at my knees. | 8:19 | |
| Attempting wordlessly to shove herself | 8:22 | |
| into the seat beside me. | 8:24 | |
| Oh, let me get up and help you in, | 8:27 | |
| I said, without a note in my voice | 8:30 | |
| to betray my infinite sense of aggravation. | 8:33 | |
| Gabriela, Gabriela, say thank you | 8:36 | |
| to the nice man, | 8:39 | |
| as she hauled enough stuffed sacks | 8:40 | |
| to equip an army. | 8:42 | |
| Some of these she proceeded to cram | 8:44 | |
| in the overhead bins while I stood in the aisle. | 8:45 | |
| And then I got up up and I helped her cram | 8:48 | |
| them into the bins, cursing silently, US Air, | 8:50 | |
| for not enforcing their carry-on rules. | 8:53 | |
| And I said to myself, | 8:56 | |
| I guess it's on Christmas Eve you can bring | 8:59 | |
| on a herd of cattle if you wanted to, | 9:02 | |
| no, a herd of reindeer. | 9:04 | |
| Finally settling in the seat, | 9:07 | |
| she sticks her hand out at me saying, hi, | 9:09 | |
| Donna Rafael here, and Gabriela. | 9:13 | |
| Gabriela, say hi to the nice man who helped us | 9:15 | |
| with granny's gifts. | 9:18 | |
| Dear little Gabriela, stared at me vacantly. | 9:21 | |
| Where's the Coke, she asked. | 9:25 | |
| I want the Coke. | 9:27 | |
| Then she turned and she stared | 9:30 | |
| out the window, wheezing slightly. | 9:31 | |
| Her first time to fly, | 9:35 | |
| mom informed the entire plane. | 9:37 | |
| Just about to bust with excitement. | 9:39 | |
| Going to see granny. | 9:41 | |
| Well, her granny, she's really not our granny. | 9:42 | |
| She's my mother-in-law. | 9:44 | |
| My mother's gone to be with angels. | 9:46 | |
| Choked to death, and on Thanksgiving, too. | 9:47 | |
| (congregation laughs) | 9:50 | |
| I tell you, that made for some Christmas last year. | 9:52 | |
| I said to Gabriela, honey, | 9:54 | |
| I'm not going through another one of these | 9:56 | |
| again by ourselves. | 9:58 | |
| Even if I have to visit your granny Thompson. | 9:59 | |
| Before I do that, before I spend | 10:01 | |
| another Christmas alone. | 10:03 | |
| So engrossed was I | 10:06 | |
| in this awfully interesting declaration | 10:07 | |
| by Mrs. Donna Rafael. | 10:09 | |
| And I was surprised when the plane lurched | 10:12 | |
| forward and headed down the runway for take-off. | 10:15 | |
| And without warning, | 10:18 | |
| little Gabriela began to shriek. | 10:20 | |
| Through her piercing wail, | 10:22 | |
| I made out something about we die, we die. | 10:24 | |
| (congregation laughs) | 10:27 | |
| I looked across the aisle and I, | 10:29 | |
| looking for pity and I received a sympathetic | 10:32 | |
| glance from a young sailor whose eyes seemed | 10:35 | |
| to say, thank God, it's you sitting there. | 10:38 | |
| (congregation laughs) | 10:41 | |
| After an eternity, Donna Rafael was about to calm | 10:44 | |
| Gabriela by stuffing a full size | 10:48 | |
| Baby Ruth into her. | 10:50 | |
| Chocolate now ran down both sides | 10:52 | |
| of her little jaw. | 10:54 | |
| I want granny, she demanded. | 10:56 | |
| Where's granny, with clumps | 10:58 | |
| of Baby Ruth in her mouth. | 11:00 | |
| Before we even reach cruising altitude, | 11:02 | |
| I learned of Mrs. Rafael's recent divorce. | 11:05 | |
| The location of her duplex. | 11:10 | |
| Why her brief relationship with the accountant | 11:12 | |
| didn't work out, | 11:14 | |
| as well as a listing of various foods which upset | 11:16 | |
| dear Gabriela's tummy. | 11:19 | |
| She also let it be known that she planned | 11:21 | |
| to take a stand this year to cut off her | 11:24 | |
| granny-in-law short, | 11:27 | |
| right at the front door the first time she made | 11:29 | |
| some smart remark | 11:31 | |
| about Mrs. Rafael's weight problem. | 11:32 | |
| That evening on that flight, | 11:37 | |
| I learned of the relativity of time. | 11:38 | |
| (congregation laughs) | 11:41 | |
| Cleveland, it turns out, is an eternity away. | 11:43 | |
| An hour and five minutes, once airborne, | 11:47 | |
| can be an eon in the clutches of Donna, | 11:50 | |
| and dear Gabriela. | 11:53 | |
| Gabriela had to be taken to the toilet | 11:57 | |
| an infinite number of times. | 11:59 | |
| Once smearing remains of her Baby Ruth | 12:01 | |
| on my new wool trousers. | 12:03 | |
| Twice depositing Animal Cracker crumbs in my lap. | 12:04 | |
| Thrice pressing her encrusted face | 12:08 | |
| precariously close to mine. | 12:10 | |
| She threatened nausea. | 12:13 | |
| Eliciting a catalog from mom Rafael, | 12:14 | |
| of all the occasions and the locations | 12:17 | |
| of Gabriela's previous bouts with this malady. | 12:19 | |
| At last she overturned the Diet Sprite, | 12:23 | |
| just as I had predicted. | 12:27 | |
| Descending into Cleveland, | 12:31 | |
| Mrs. Rafael helpfully recounted to me | 12:33 | |
| the details of her former marriage. | 12:35 | |
| He was a creep, she admitted. | 12:38 | |
| Everybody knew he was a creep. | 12:40 | |
| Everybody but me. | 12:42 | |
| But what can you do? | 12:43 | |
| You're stuck. | 12:45 | |
| What indeed, I agreed, you're stuck. | 12:47 | |
| Gabriela began to whine as we made our approach | 12:49 | |
| to the airport. | 12:52 | |
| Before we touched down her whine grew | 12:53 | |
| steadily into a wail. | 12:56 | |
| Something about, I don't wanna see granny. | 12:58 | |
| At last we landed. | 13:02 | |
| I carried a bundle of assorted plastic bags | 13:04 | |
| off the plane for the Rafael's. | 13:07 | |
| Gabriela had to be dragged and then coaxed, | 13:09 | |
| and finally swatted smartly on her laced rump | 13:13 | |
| down the ramp into Cleveland. | 13:16 | |
| Donna managed between tugs and swats | 13:18 | |
| at Gabriela, one last soliloquy | 13:20 | |
| on the difficulties of in-laws after a divorce, | 13:23 | |
| noting that love is good in a family, | 13:26 | |
| if you can afford it, | 13:28 | |
| but guilt also keeps some people | 13:30 | |
| together like Super-Glue. | 13:32 | |
| (congregation laughs) | 13:33 | |
| I don't even know you, | 13:37 | |
| I kept thinking to myself. | 13:38 | |
| This, this is the penalty I have to pay | 13:40 | |
| for indulging mother at Christmas. | 13:42 | |
| I managed to evade a good-bye kiss from Donna, | 13:46 | |
| demanded that Gabriela offer. | 13:49 | |
| Well, the point is next morning, | 13:55 | |
| sitting next to mother at St. John's | 13:57 | |
| on the interstate, | 14:00 | |
| you see, I was mildly dozing through the service, | 14:02 | |
| when these words caught my ear. | 14:07 | |
| Words, and these words read | 14:12 | |
| by this little priest, words, | 14:14 | |
| words until that morning, | 14:19 | |
| until that morning I had always thought were | 14:22 | |
| words of comfort, of warmth. | 14:24 | |
| But now these words, they sneaked up on me. | 14:29 | |
| They struck me as words either very | 14:33 | |
| terrible or very wonderful. | 14:39 | |
| The first lesson, | 14:47 | |
| God spoke to our ancestors in many | 14:50 | |
| and diverse ways through the prophets. | 14:53 | |
| But in these days He has spoken to us | 14:57 | |
| through a son. | 15:01 | |
| And then the gospel. | 15:04 | |
| The word became flesh | 15:08 | |
| and it dwelt among us. | 15:12 | |
| Son, flesh, us. | 15:17 | |
| And then he said in that little coffee shop, | 15:26 | |
| leaning over close to me, | 15:29 | |
| he said, you know when you think about it, | 15:33 | |
| I mean when you really think about it, | 15:37 | |
| when you put that like in context, | 15:43 | |
| that is a very odd, | 15:49 | |
| or either a very wondrous idea of good news. | 15:52 | |
| 'Cause it says He dwelt | 15:59 | |
| among us. | 16:04 |
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