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![]() Captain Hook’s bad dream. |
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Captain Hook, that nefarious helmsman of the Jolly Roger, has but two fears. He fears a crocodile with a clock inside of it, and the boy who cut off and threw his hand to that selfsame crocodile who now wants to eat the rest of him.
Christmas is family. However you cut it, it comes out that way. We get each other whether we like it or not. For richer, for poorer; in sickness and in health; ’til death do us part … we are family.

Last night in our Catch church service on line, we had a blessed time recalling Isaiah 53 as the true meaning of Christmas. Remembering it was the birth of a suffering servant whose life was “cut short in midstream” for your sake and mine. This was the birth of the Son of Man who bled God’s perfect blood for us all. In this ancient prophetic passage, years before the first Christmas, the whole point of His life and existence is made clear — His suffering, our salvation. What a wonder! Here is Isaiah 53 in its entirety. Not what most people think of on Christmas but it’s what makes it most glorious.
Who has believed our message?
To whom has the Lord revealed his powerful arm?
My servant grew up in the Lord’s presence like a tender green shoot,
like a root in dry ground.
There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance,
nothing to attract us to him.
He was despised and rejected—
a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief.
We turned our backs on him and looked the other way.
He was despised, and we did not care.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new glorious morn
It created a shudder through the galaxy — a breaking story that rocked all worlds. It rippled through the stars and slapped against the edges of the universe. It was The Event time was waiting for. Hush. It’s about to crack the sky and spill out onto a Palestinian hillside, only to seem wasted on a handful of shepherds; the only ones invited to the party. We wouldn’t have even known if they hadn’t told us. But who can trust the words of a few lowly sheep herders? God could have orchestrated anything, and He chose to do this. He’s always been somewhat secretive. It’s His style.

O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie;
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by.
The little town of Bethlehem is not so little today, and not so still. It’s a place where nights can be full of exploding shells instead of silent stars going by.
“If Jesus were to be born this year, he would not be born in Bethlehem. Mary and Joseph would not be allowed to enter from the Israeli checkpoint, and so too the Magi. The shepherds would be stuck inside the walls, unable to leave their little town. Jesus might have been born at the checkpoint like so many Palestinian children while having the Magi and shepherds on both sides of the wall.”

And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”

I love Sandie’s comment after yesterday’s Catch. I think we can all relate.
How about “Tidings of comfort and joy?” Do people look forward to your coming; do they blossom in your presence? Or do they look forward to your leaving, and breathe a sigh of thanks and relief when you do? We choose. Lord I’m trying so hard.
How many of you feel like that? I bet we all do at some point. When it comes to family, it seems like there is always someone who will try our patience. Someone who, as a very dear friend of mine said to me recently, “I have to down a couple beers before they get here.”
What do you do about people like that? What can you do? Well you can’t do anything about them; you can only do something about yourself. And like Sandie said, “We choose.” They’re coming anyway.
How many times have we all said, “Lord, I’m trying so hard”? That’s usually when we give up and discover, lo and behold, that the Lord actually loves this person we don’t like, and since He does, maybe He can show us what that looks like. Since the Holy Spirit is going to be there anyway, why not go along with Him and enjoy the party? The Lord died for everyone there; that’s why we can see everyone as worthy through His eyes. Yes, God saw something of great value in the person we find hard to love — enough to die for.
Besides, how do I know I’m not the one someone else needs a couple of beers and the Holy Spirit to endure?