The Light of Christmas

The following was offered as a sermon at Pescadero Community Church on December 29, 2024

Christmas morning I was awakened at 6:30 am by the first light of day coming through a side window of the small cabin where I was staying on the Big Sur Coast. 

I had not intended to get up that early.  The previous night, I attended midnight mass with the monks the night before.  Planning to sleep in, I closed the blinds on the picture window at the front of the cabin before getting into bed.

But I forgot about the small, side window and when light started to turn the dark night into dawn, I awoke.  I got out of bed and peeked outside to see what kind of sunrise it was going to be.  Was it worth staying awake?  

As soon as I saw pink and orange on the horizon, my energy shifted.  Robe and hat on, I quickly headed out the door and down the dirt road to a cliffside bench, excited like a child on Christmas morning, eager to see what Santa had brought.  

 

These days, Santa brings me a beautiful sunrise.   I often say that if you want to understand the Christmas mystery – if you want to grasp what we mean when we say the light of divine love has entered into history - watch the sunrise.  The shift from the deep dark of night to the first light of dawn and then to the full blown sunrise is nature’s metaphor for a mystery at the heart of Christmas.  Being awakened by a sunrise on Christmas morning was a perfect gift for me.

 

And how about for you?  What have been the gifts Christmas this year for you?  How has that light of love broken into your awareness this year?  What side window did it sneak through?

Was it through a beautiful service here at church on Christmas Eve?  Was it through a joy-filled holiday gathering with family or friends?  Was it through a gift that came through nature – remember the comet this year or the eclipse or perhaps a beautiful full moon or your daily walks in this beautiful place where we live?  Was it through a beloved’s or child’s eyes?  An unexpected kindness offered by a stranger?  A healing in a relationship with someone you love?  Laughter that is offered when you see lighthearted social media posts?  A beautiful piece of music or work of art that brought you to tears?  An unexpected moment of delight in some other way? How has the pure gift of wonder, delight or love found you this year?

During these twelve days of Christmas, the Holy Nights as my mystically oriented friends call them, I invite you to reflect on this year, looking NOT for all the things that were hard this year (I know we can all do that), but for the gifts that life has offered – whether huge or quiet  – and let those gifts nurture your heart.

  

I was at the monastery on Christmas morning because I have a twenty year practice of heading into silence at this time of year.  It’s one of the few non-negotiables of my life. I love Christmas and returning to the mystery at the heart of the celebrations anchors me in divine love. 

 

But I have not chosen to live the monk’s life all year long so inevitably there is the drive home and the re-entry into my life such as it is.  The nice thing about being on retreat at Big Sur is that there is a bit of a drive before the cell phone starts to work again.  On Wednesday, I thoroughly enjoyed the 40 mile drive in deep silence along the beauty of the California coast after my retreat ended.  

 

As soon as I hit Cambria, my phone started to ding.  There were lots of texts from family members alerting me to my mother’s latest dip in her health.  There was a round of texts from colleagues about a matter at work that I knew I was going to have to address even though I am on vacation.  My son sent a video of the damage in Santa Cruz wrought by the latest storm.  Later, a family member who battles addiction sent an angry message about old family wounds. The texts on my drive home felt a bit like a buffet of all the things that are hard in my life.  Of course, I thought about turning the car around and heading back to be with the monks!

 

Except I know that’s not what Christmas is about.  The core mystery of our faith does not erase the messiness or deep challenges we experience, but instead promises that God is with us even there.  

Emmanuel – God with us – in life, as it is.  

 

Did you notice that the child that is born has parents who are living under military occupation?  Did you catch that detail of the story that says that his mother was denied a safe place to have her child?  Did you know that after Christ was born the ruling king sent an order to kill all the children under two in Bethlehem forcing his parents to become migrants home for several years?  I am not talking about the end of this child’s life, with its well known violence, but his birth.   The Christmas mystery in its purity is so beautiful, but the story is more complex than that. And yet, the promise of Christmas remains.  The Word Was Made Flesh and dwelt among us – in life as it is.  

What does this mean?

 

A few years ago, my well-crafted plans for the empty nest phase of my life were coopted when two family members experienced serious health issues at the same time.  My commitment to be with people I love in times of vulnerability is another non-negotiable for me so I have let those realities reorganize my life.  As part of that, I have had to let go of many things I love in order to companion loved ones in need.  It’s been a hard chapter.  

 

I know that many of us have had to care for loved ones in times of vulnerability so perhaps you know what I mean.  There have been many times these past few years when I have felt sad, angry at life, resentful, overwhelmed or exhausted.  I do my best to find pockets of rest and self-care in the midst, but nothing changes the fact that in this phase of my life I am being asked to walk hand in hand with illness and the near proximity of death. 

 

Emmanuel – God with us – even here.  

 

I was helped in my faith this year when a friend gave me a wonderful book called Aflame about the monks at Big Sur.  In it, the author Pico Iyer puts a spotlight on the fact that the monks who I visit every year have had to hold to their practices of work and prayer, amidst very difficult circumstances - wildfire, mudslides, loss of income, illness and deaths in their community.  During my twenty years of Christmas with these monks I have been learning a lot about the gift of silence and monastic prayer.  But I have also been watching and learning as the monks hold to and tend the light of life amidst some very intense challenges.  This is the story that Pico Iyer’s new book tells.

 

Iyer also describes a monk he met at a Zen monastery outside LA.  That monk was tasked with care for the elderly abbott and the author describes how the monk attended to the clean up of bathroom disasters on hands and knees without complaint, as a practice of humility.  Only later does he let on that the monk on hands and knees was the famous song-writer Leonard Cohen.

 

This year, I have returned to that image of the famous songwriter often because I too often am called to attend to bathroom duty as part of my caregiving responsibilities.  Seeing those tasks as part of the real work of love helps me.  What if the purpose of a life centered around divine light is not about traveling to dream destinations, achieving worldy success, or getting what we want – but learning how to give and receive love in the more humble corners of life?   

 

Perhaps that is why Christmas tells a story about a divine child who is not born in a palace but among shepherds, animals and occupied people.  As the song-writer wrote, "love is not a victory march but a cold and broken hallelujah."

 

What does it mean to live the light of Christmas all year long?  I think it’s quite simple, really.  The task, the duty, is about offering (and receiving) love right where you are.  

 

As we seek to embody this divine light in the world we do well to look for places in need of that love.  Howard Thurman's poem "The Work of Christmas" reminds us how:  look for those who are lost, broken, hungry, in prison, at war, divided and bring love there in whatever way you can.  And then there is that last line -  make music in your heart – which I think is Thurman’s reminder to also practice joy.  This is our task as people centered in divine light this year and always.

 

As the Christmas festivities begin to wane, I invite you then to find a quiet moment and savor the gifts that have come to you this Christmas season.  You may also wish to look back over the past year – not for the hard stuff (I know we all have plenty of that) - but for the simple, quiet gifts.  What gifts brought you moments of relief, peace, wonder or delight?  How were you able to be gift for others?   Look for those moments and experiences.  Savor them.  

Let the gifts of life nurture our hearts and remind us that divine light is with us and in us always - that we may live the light of Christmas all year.  

All photos from New Camaldoli Hermitage Christmas 2024. 

 

 

Advent Vigils

As I sit with the Scripture readings on this first day of Advent, I notice there is an invitation here that has to do with minding the state of our hearts.

Since the election I have been mostly staying away from the news.  As far as I can tell, we are headed in a direction that will not bode well for the most vulnerable people on this planet nor even for most.  I do not believe that handing the government over to billionaires, religious patriarchs and people who seek to dismantle regulations is going to lead to an increase in care or justice for those who need it most.  It is, thus, easy to approach January in a state of “fright in anticipation of what is coming into the world.”

But Advent invites a different stance.

For years, I have been telling my church to adopt an Advent discipline of getting up before dawn to watch the sunrise.  I encourage all of us to practice sitting in the dark, starting at about 5:30am, facing East.  That’s it.  No need for righteous prayers or elaborate meditations.  Just sit and watch. If you can do it for an hour, an hour and a half, or even two you’ll see something that happens in the world and perhaps even in your heart.  

Years ago, I had an experience that inspired this practice.  It was shortly after 9/11 and my first son was not yet two.  I did not yet believe in God though I was seeking and without that firm grounding in a knowing that love always holds, I was struggling with despair after the violence of that horrible September day.  I saw the danger of the world.  I saw the violence of our government's response and knew it would beget more.  

I also knew about the horrors of poverty - the underside of the economic system. I was not confused about how dire the world situation is.  As a new mother who desired to protect and inspire my child I wondered how I could raise my child in a world like that.

Even so, I believed in goodness and in Martin Luther King’s vision that the moral arc of the history bends toward justice.  I longed to be part of that bending, one of the many people on this earth who try to create a better world. And so, I woke each morning at 5, trying to pray.  

One night a thunderstorm moved through my town, rattling my toddler son.  I had to close blinds in the apartment, blocking out the world to get his young body to settle and, eventually, go to sleep.   Imagine my surprise then when the next morning, he insisted I open the blinds, looked out into the same darkness that had terrified him only a few hours earlier, and with delight pronounced, “Sun Coming!” There were no hints of it yet - no line of pink on the horizon.  The night wasn’t even turning grey, as it does when things are starting to turn.  No, it was into the night that my young child insisted, “Sun coming!”

How did he know?

I learned something about Advent that day - that it is possible to adopt a posture of the heart that orients East - in a spirit of confidence, even in the darkest part of the night. 

My son is a young adult now.  Our journey together in recent years has been incredibly difficult as we have been navigating the emergence of a very serious and chronic illness in his life.  The risks of what could happen are real.  As is the grief, exhaustion and fear that comes with an illness such as his.

It is not the whole story.  

Years of walking with my son through this difficult chapter has been working on my heart, helping me to learn again a truth I now believe: love holds even when something terrible is happening.  Focusing there is how I get through.  Focusing there helps me to see the kindness offered by nurses, friends, doctors, family, colleagues, strangers.  Focusing there has helped me develop courage, patience, resilience and flexibility beyond what I thought I could do.  Focusing there has helped me to see how profoundly my son and I are held in a web of love.  

I don’t know what is coming in January.  I don’t know how the world will change or when.  But I do know that Advent offers an invitation to all of us strengthen our hearts and recommit to the work of love.  

So I started my Advent practice this morning sitting in the dark, grateful for all the things I have learned with my son.