{"id":3160,"date":"2023-12-24T17:56:00","date_gmt":"2023-12-25T01:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rhmcd.com\/?p=3160"},"modified":"2023-12-25T11:47:15","modified_gmt":"2023-12-25T19:47:15","slug":"on-the-eve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rhmcd.com\/?p=3160","title":{"rendered":"On the Eve"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>Christmas Eve is the day before the world changes, the last day before the miracle comes.&nbsp; Because Jesus was born two thousand years ago, we celebrate Christmas Eve knowing the change that came the following morning.&nbsp; But for our own time, we cannot know what tomorrow may bring.&nbsp; Tonight we worship in hope and waiting.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It\u2019s very close now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In just a few hours it will be here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It\u2019s already arrived in Sydney and Kiev, Paris and London.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0If you\u2019re following the Santa tracker app, he\u2019s in Iceland now, or Bermuda, or Brazil.\u00a0\u00a0Still a few time zones away from New York&#8230; Chicago&#8230; Denver.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0After weeks of anticipation (or longer, if you\u2019re particularly eager).\u00a0\u00a0After days of preparation.\u00a0\u00a0The decorating, the buying, the traveling, the cooking, the sending and receiving.\u00a0\u00a0Rehearsing for the concert and the pageant.\u00a0\u00a0Planning the menu.\u00a0\u00a0Wrapping the gifts.\u00a0\u00a0The worrying.\u00a0\u00a0The beauty.\u00a0\u00a0The dread.\u00a0\u00a0The hope.\u00a0\u00a0The traffic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now the day has come, nearly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The final night, before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stillness reigns.&nbsp;&nbsp;Peace spreads.&nbsp;&nbsp;Quiet at last.&nbsp;&nbsp;Silent night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ready?&nbsp;&nbsp;Are you ready?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But not yet\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Because tonight is still the evening before.&nbsp;&nbsp;It\u2019s Christmas Eve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Christmas begins long before Christmas Day, doesn\u2019t it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Like an old friend we\u2019re meeting at the train station, we see Christmas in the distance, small and looking the other way.&nbsp;&nbsp;Unmistakable in his green sweater and faux-fur hat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That\u2019s him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then he turns to see us, and returns our exuberant wave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And quickly now, and with increasing urgency, we run to Christmas, and Christmas rushes to us.&nbsp;&nbsp;The month.&nbsp;&nbsp;The weeks.&nbsp;&nbsp;The days.&nbsp;&nbsp;So close.&nbsp;&nbsp;The hours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And that final moment of separation, tonight, nearly unbearable in the hope and the waiting, before the longed-for embrace, tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the Christmas story of the gospels, the story also begins long before the birth.&nbsp;&nbsp;There are months of necessary work to set the stage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Luke begins with John the Baptist, Elizabeth, Mary\u2019s older cousin, and her husband Zechariah.\u00a0\u00a0Next there\u2019s the Annunciation when the angel appears to Mary and tells her that she has been chosen.\u00a0\u00a0She sings the song of gratitude and wonder called the Magnificat.\u00a0\u00a0Then there\u2019s Caesar Augustus and the census.\u00a0\u00a0The long journey from Nazareth to Bethlehem.\u00a0\u00a0Mary\u2019s long pregnancy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Matthew\u2019s gospel begins with a genealogy that traces Jesus\u2019 family fourteen generations back to the Babylonian captivity, fourteen generations further back to King David, and fourteen generations before David all the way back to Abraham.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That\u2019s a lot of build-up to the birth of a single child.  A lot of hope and waiting, before the Messiah comes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This night, on the eve, we are in that section of the Christmas story that happens before the story really begins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Without tomorrow, there would be no tonight.&nbsp;&nbsp;We mark tonight because of tomorrow.&nbsp;&nbsp;But we know what will happen tomorrow only because what we celebrate tomorrow already happened two thousand years ago.&nbsp;&nbsp;On Christmas Eve, we re-live that story of hope and waiting, consummated in the events of Christmas Day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But two thousand years ago, tonight, no one knew what would happen tomorrow.&nbsp;&nbsp;To re-live their story, we need to place ourselves again in that position of not knowing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No one knew, then, what tomorrow would bring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mary is due.&nbsp;&nbsp;That much is clear.&nbsp;&nbsp;But would the baby come tonight, tomorrow, three days from now?&nbsp;&nbsp;No one knew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For the shepherds it\u2019s just another night in the fields.&nbsp;&nbsp;The sheep are quiet.&nbsp;&nbsp;The night is cold.&nbsp;&nbsp;It\u2019s just past the longest night of the year.&nbsp;&nbsp;They huddle for warmth around a fire.&nbsp;&nbsp;They have no idea that the sky is about to be torn open by angels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Magi are comfortable in their foreign lands.&nbsp;&nbsp;The sky displays no special star.&nbsp;&nbsp;Not yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The powerful in Jerusalem, and Rome recline on their couches with no premonition of the revolution about to come.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The people in their towns and villages put the dinner things away.&nbsp;&nbsp;The children in their beds.&nbsp;&nbsp;A mental checklist of the business to attend to, tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No knowledge.&nbsp;&nbsp;No inkling of what\u2019s about to happen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lives will change.&nbsp;&nbsp;Society will change.&nbsp;&nbsp;Suffering persons will be healed.&nbsp;&nbsp;A new chapter in human history is about to open.&nbsp;&nbsp;The old order will be reversed.&nbsp;&nbsp;Religion will change.&nbsp;&nbsp;The world will change.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;All that\u2019s for tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The lesson for Christmas Day is the change that came.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The lesson for Christmas Eve is not the change.\u00a0\u00a0Not the arrival.\u00a0\u00a0Not the miracle.\u00a0\u00a0But the lesson that any night might be the night before the miracle occurs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The eve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even tonight might be the last night before the great turning arrives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Much in our world feels cold and dark.&nbsp;&nbsp;We huddle around our camp fires.&nbsp;&nbsp;Troubles everywhere.&nbsp;&nbsp;Suffering persons in need of healing.&nbsp;&nbsp;Some recline in fabulous wealth while too many go without.&nbsp;&nbsp;Corruption in our leaders.&nbsp;&nbsp;Weakness in our institutions.&nbsp;&nbsp;The old teachings of love for neighbor, and welcome for the stranger, and care for the vulnerable lie forgotten or ignored.&nbsp;&nbsp;War and anger all around.&nbsp;&nbsp;Mistrust and fear everywhere.&nbsp;&nbsp;Meanness in our hearts and enmity in our world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Society needs refreshing, if not reversing.&nbsp;&nbsp;We need a new story.&nbsp;&nbsp;We need a new birth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And change seems far away, tonight, or impossible.&nbsp;&nbsp;We hope, but without conviction.&nbsp;&nbsp;Disappointed so many times, our faith fails.&nbsp;&nbsp;We assume that tomorrow will be more of the same.&nbsp;&nbsp;Our sad old story will continue, maybe only with a new headline announcing yet another depressing shock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">We know that nothing will change.&nbsp;&nbsp;Or we think we know.&nbsp;&nbsp;We don\u2019t believe in miracles, so we don\u2019t expect one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8220;This is no time for a child to be born,<br>With the earth betrayed by war &amp; hate<br>And a comet slashing the sky to warn<br>That time runs out &amp; the sun burns late.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No surely this is not the time.&nbsp;&nbsp;Not now, in this messy, anxious, ugly world<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8220;That was no time for a child to be born,<br>In a land in the crushing grip of Rome;&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(&#8220;The Risk of Birth\u201d by Madeleine L&#8217;Engle)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Not when the world is crushed, by plague, by war, by violence, when houses are divided against themselves, when greed motivates hearts, when ignorance rules.\u00a0\u00a0When charity is gone, and mercy short, and honesty deemed na\u00efve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And yet, \u201cWhen is the time for love to be born?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When is the proper time to light the light?&nbsp;&nbsp;When the light already abounds, or when the world is dark?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The lesson of Christmas Eve, is that the birth could happen at any time.&nbsp;&nbsp;When you least expect it.&nbsp;&nbsp;At its most unlikely.&nbsp;&nbsp;But when it&#8217;s most needed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now.&nbsp;&nbsp;Tomorrow.&nbsp;&nbsp;Three days from now.&nbsp;&nbsp;Before this service finishes.&nbsp;&nbsp;On your drive home.&nbsp;&nbsp;When you\u2019ve finished opening your presents.&nbsp;&nbsp;Or maybe in a week, or a month.&nbsp;&nbsp;Or maybe next Christmas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The text notification will arrive.\u00a0\u00a0The good news will be announced.\u00a0\u00a0The herald angels will sing.\u00a0\u00a0The old lessons of love and peace and justice will be remembered.\u00a0\u00a0We\u2019ll turn again to our neighbors with love not fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It might happen.&nbsp;&nbsp;Even tomorrow.&nbsp;&nbsp;We will go to bed in one world and wake up in another.&nbsp;&nbsp;We won\u2019t see that an old chapter&nbsp;&nbsp;of human history has closed, until the new has begun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even now, maybe, there are shepherds on a hill somewhere receiving the first teasing taste of the heaven about to explode all around us.&nbsp;&nbsp;A dark star in the sky is about to be lit ablaze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It could happen.&nbsp;&nbsp;Even to us.&nbsp;&nbsp;Even tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In a bleak midwinter.&nbsp;&nbsp;O come, O come, Emmanuel.&nbsp;&nbsp;What happened long ago in royal David\u2019s city, could happen tomorrow, in a city of Angels, like ours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In a stable.&nbsp;&nbsp;In a manger. 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