Of the Parents Love Begotten

Year B, First Sunday of Christmas

Isaiah 61:10-62:3   

Psalm 148

Galatians 4:4-7 

Luke 2:22-40

The Sunday after Christmas at our church is always a day of singing Christmas carols and telling stories. Luke’s gospel provides us with the great story of the blessing of the baby, Jesus, by Anna and Simeon in the temple. The characters of Anna and Simeon double the parental characters of Mary and Joseph. Jesus is blessed by generations of loving parents. In his ibook, “The Innkeeper’s Gift”, storyteller, Bob Wilhelm, tells the Pueblo Indian story of “Moon Mother”. This story echoes the blessings of parental love for children that we find in the gospel. Until December 31, 2017 you can get Bob’s book for free at his website. Click on this link, “The Innkeeper’s Gift” , to download the book. It holds 52 stories for lectionary Year B, a great deal! And Bob’s website holds many other resources for sacred and biblical storytelling.

Below is my Christmas greeting to you. I did not grow up with this hymn but discovered it in divinity school through the music of Ana Hernandez. Every Advent I return to it. Richard Wilbur’s poetic text speaks of the simplicity and complexity of the entire gospel message we proclaim throughout the year. I hope and pray that the layers of its meaning will inspire and bless you through this Christmas season. 

Blessings on your story journey,

Jane Anne

A Christmas Hymn

A stable-lamp is lighted

Whose glow shall wake the sky; 

The stars shall bend their voices,

And every stone shall cry.

And every stone shall cry,

And straw like gold shall shine;

A barn shall harbor heaven,

A stall become a shrine.

 

This child through David’s city

Shall ride in triumph by;

The palm shall strew its branches,

And every stone shall cry.

And every stone shall cry,

Though heavy, dull, and dumb,

And lie within the roadway

To pave his kingdom come.

 

Yet he shall be forsaken

And yielded up to die;

The sky shall groan and darken,

And every stone shall cry.

And every stone shall cry

For stony hearts of men:

God’s blood upon the spearhead,

God’s love refused again.

 

But now, as at the ending,

The low is lifted high;

The stars shall bend their voices,

And every stone shall cry.

And every stone shall cry

In praises of the child

By whose descent among us

The worlds are reconciled.

~~Richard Wilbur~~

©Jane Anne Ferguson, 2017 and beyond. Photos and commentary may be reprinted with permission only. Please find and tell the stories!

 


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