(Cross posted to Pastoral Ponderings)
To Ponder, Perchance to Dream...
“And Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart”
In her heart, not just thinking them over, she pondered them in her
heart. The place where dreams and hopes live. The core of our
being. That is where these things she had heard and experienced
rested. Her heart.
What did Mary ponder that night? As she lay there exhausted in that
place where animals usually slept, looking at her newborn child in
that manger ,what ran through her mind, heart, and soul. As the baby
woke and cried out, as she picked him up and began to nurse, what was
she seeing, thinking, feeling, hoping?
Did she wonder what the future would be like? Had she, like many
parents before and since, spent the last 9 months dreaming about the
life her child would live? Now that the child was here did she listen
to the story that the shepherds babbled about angels and a message
from God about a Saviour and wonder what that meant for her son? Did
it make her hopeful or worried?
Or maybe she thought back to that day back in Nazareth. Was it only 9
months ago? That day when suddenly Gabriel appeared and told her she
was favoured. He had told her that this would be a special child, one
who would regain the throne of her ancestor David. Mary had not known
what to do, this couldn’t be right, she questioned Gabriel and then
agreed to the offer. But maybe a seed had been planted in her heart.
Is that where the dream began?
Maybe she then thought of the hurried trip to see Elizabeth. She had
to get away from the rumours and sideways glances, had to find a
place of safety. Elizabeth was family, was married to a priest, and
lived far away. That would be a safe place. Did her thoughts drift to
the day she arrived and Elizabeth told of her child leaping and
dancing with joy at the mere approach of Mary and the baby growing in
her belly?
Maybe the pondering landed on the song that came to Mary’s lips
that day. The song of power and defiance and hope. The dream of a
world renewed and reborn. The dream that her child would bring
healing, liberation, and freedom. The dream that God was at work in
turning the tables, turning the world upside down through this child
that she carried. Somehow Mary just knew it to be true. This little
being that was turning and swimming in her womb would do all those
things. It was more than a dream or a hope, it was a promise. Now
that the child was here did her ears ring with that song once again?
Did she sing it to him now, just as she had sung it to him so many
times before?
Had she been there when Elizabeth’s son was born? Had she been
there that day when John was named and Zechariah found his voice
again? Had she listened to his song of hope and promise about John
and about another, a saviour who would come? Listening to that song
may well have deepened the dreams about the child. The dream wasn’t
only hers...
Or maybe there was another side to the pondering. Maybe Mary
remembered the dream, the hope, the promise and then compared it to
what she knew of the world. Would the dream survive in the midst of
imperial power? She knew what that power could do. She had seen the
legions in action. Would Rome step aside as the dream came true?
What did Mary ponder as she held her newborn son to her chest,
listening to his breathing?
I think she saw the hope. I think that she looked back on all that
had happened over those last 9 months and remembered every moment. I
am sure that like so many other parents-to-be she had spent many a
night dreaming about her child. I think that in those sleepless
nights when it was so hard to get comfortable she thought about what
Gabriel had said, what she had sung, remembering many long talks with
Elizabeth about the future, whispering and singing to her belly,
sharing the hope and dream with her unborn child, and now she looked
at that child and saw all those hopes and promises reflected in his
eyes.
Then she would come to the present. The long journey from Nazareth to
Bethlehem, the arrival in a town bursting at the seams, the
beginnings of the labour pains even as it became obvious that nobody
had any room, the grateful acceptance of a space in the lower level
of a house because the guest room was full, the pain of childbirth,
and the surprise of shepherds bursting in with their story. And she
pondered it all, seeing the dream and the hope, a dream and hope that
the shepherd’s story seemed to reinforce. I want to think that Mary
held the dream high and pondered how the world could be so much
better because of this small child gently nursing in her arms.
And now, 2000 years later we sit and listen to the story again. We
too are invited to ponder all these things in our hearts. We too are
invited to share the dream.
What do we ponder here tonight? What dreams do we bring with us to
this Christmas Eve?
I think our Christmas dreams have much in common with Mary’s. I
think that after all these years the dream of God re-ordering the
world, of God bringing peace and justice to God’s children still
resonates among people of faith. The world sometimes seems like a
broken place. There is much that could be better. Christmas invites
us to dream of the ‘better’.
The Christmas promise carries with it many dreams. The birth of a
child always makes us dream about the future, the birth of this child
also makes us dream about the present. At Christmas God breaks into
the here and now, the promises are for a Jewish peasant family 2000
years ago, for us here and now, for those who will come after us.
The birth of Jesus awakens hope in our lives. Hope that drives out
despair. In a world where bad news and violence and division seems to
rule the day Christmas wakes us up to possibility. We are people of
hope, we dream of a world where hope is stronger than despair.
One of the titles Jesus is given is the Prince of Peace. Our
Christmas dream is of the “time foretold when peace shall over all
the earth it’s ancient splendours fling”. We dream of a
transformed world where weapons of war are turned into tools of
peace, where “they shall not hurt or destroy on all God’s holy
mountain”.
A traditional Jewish song says “Joy shall come even to the
wilderness...deserts like a garden blossom”. The old carol
proclaims “Joy to the World, the Lord is come!”. Our Christmas
dream involves Joy. In the dry places of our lives, where joy seems
distant or impossible Christmas reminds us of the God who shares our
lives intimately, the God who is always with us. We sink into deep
trust and find Joy in God’s deepest presence. We dream of Joy
blossoming in the world like the desert after a rain.
Love came down at Christmas, Christina Rossetti once wrote. Love was
born at Christmas. The idea of Emmanuel, God-With-Us taking on human
flesh and walking among us sounds like a dream. The idea of Love
taking on human form and moving in the world is a dream, a dream of
the God who is actively leading us to love each other as we have been
loved. Our Christmas Dream includes remembering how deeply we are
loved by God.
Mary dreamed that her child would transform the world. Mary dreamed
of a time of peace and justice and renewal. All these centuries later
we still share her dream. We ponder the promises of the story. We
dream a dream, a hopeful dream that leads us to live as renewed
people, people of hope, people building peace, people singing for
joy, people actively loving our neighbours.
Keep dreaming my friends. As we listen to the angel song ringing
through the sky keep dreaming of all that this night promises: Peace
on the Earth, Good will to all. Christ is Born, Alleluia! Amen.
