Photo by Jennie Roberts Jenkins
I know I was born, because I've been told the story. My brother was three years old. In order to assist him in transitioning from only child to older brother, my dad bought a football on the way home from the hospital and gave it to him. He told him it was a present from me; sibling bribery. I know each of you were born because you're reading or listening to this story. I may not know any of the rest of your story, but I bet you do. Whether you were adopted and much of your birth story is shrouded in mystery, or you were born in tragic or precarious/premature circumstances, or you came into this world pretty much according to plan, your birth is a miracle of sorts. One thing is for sure. You didn't have anything to do with being born. It happened to you, and life is what has happened to you ever since. Life is what will continue to happen to you until it doesn't; brutal and beautiful life. The thing that the church calls the Christmas story is our story; yours and mine. A female said yes, maybe with the complicity of others or maybe with their coercion, and we were born. Maybe it wasn't an angel who popped the question, and maybe no one considers God to be our mom’s baby daddy; but all of us share the divine DNA of creation's stardust. This Emmanuel one - God with us - didn't enter time and humanity to show us the way out, but to show us the way in. He didn't spend thirty three or so years in the particularity of Palestine in order to give us rules by which we could judge others, and an exit strategy. He came to reveal to us God's passion for community, and the path of immersion into the particular lives with which we've been gifted. Whatever else you do with this life that you've been given, and however much longer you have to live it, be sure that you don't miss the beautiful ordinariness of it, and be sure to open yourself to the gift of reconciliation. Merry Christmas! © 2019 Todd Jenkins