Do not be afraid, for behold I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.
The Jewish nation was under the heel of a brutal occupation by Rome (and make no mistake about it, Rome’s era of dominance had one of the highest body counts of any long-time empire in history). In the midst of all that, this herald proclaimed that a poverty-stricken child from the hick outskirts of the empire would change the world. Not the child of a military leader, not one born into hereditary wealth, not a celebrity, but a despised Jew.
(Any similarities between 1st century Palestine and Alaska are strictly coincidental, aren’t they?)
So our nation stares into the abyss that a feckless political elite, a whoring media, and a complicit electorate have brought it to – in such times, we are forced to turn from the baubles and distractions and stuff that the powers of this world have anesthetized us with and confront the necessity to take a stand as to what values we will hold to when all the familiar structures threaten to crash down around us.
A time to confront what – or rather Whom – we will put our trust in. And that is the beginning point for us to take another look at the Christmas story – and the narrative that follows which leads to the Cross and to Resurrection beyond – and the promise of His coming again and a new heavens and new earth.
A time to reexamine what role we have to play in this drama.