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Still I Rise

I. The Authority of Christ
Life A’int Been No Crystal Stair

I. Beginning
The Prime Directive

I. Beginnings
Who Do You Say That I Am?: Part 2

I. Review
Rachel Weeping for Her Children
Rev. Mark Schaefer
December 29, 2019—Christmas I
Isaiah 63:7–9; Matthew 2:13–23
I. BEGINNING
Friends of mine throw an annual New Year’s Eve bash at their house. It doubles as a birthday celebration for my friend’s father-in-law, so the spirit of the occasion is doubly festive. It often goes late into the night and food and drink are abundant. It is a very festive time.
One year, my friends’ son was old enough to stay up for the ball drop. As the midnight hour approached, the anticipation was growing. Finally, we all gathered around the television to watch Dick Clark begin the countdown: 10–9–8–7–6–5–4–3–2–1 Happy New Year! We raised our glasses and wished one another a good new year and then everyone went back to what they had been doing a couple of minutes before.
My friends’ son was perplexed. “That’s it?” he asked. “Yup, kiddo. That’s it.” Disappointed, he went straight to bed. The anticipated event didn’t quite live up to expectations. In the end, it was just a big glass ball moving slowly down a cable in Times Square. When you think about it, it’s really not that exciting.
But sometimes, the thing we’re waiting for is exciting in and of itself. Christmas can certainly be like that. Especially when you’re a kid and the days between the arrival of the JCPenney toy catalog and Christmas Day seem to take forever.And then comes the big day and it’s glorious! All manner of toys and treats and then a big Christmas dinner with all kinds of goodies and sweets. It’s a pretty good payoff. Not like that Times Square ball at all.
But then something happens. December 26 happens. And the regular world starts to creep back in. People have to go back to work so that the day can’t quite be spent lounging around in your pajamas the way the day before had. The Christmas music stops playing on the radio and they return to their regular programming. Oh, the chirons on the football games will still read “Happy Holidays” with a snowfall graphic, but there’s a sense that Christmas is over and that’s a huge letdown. Because the magic of Christmas Day seems like the anomaly, the blip. Regular life reappears. Read more…