Wednesday, February 24, 2010

A Rooster Near the Manger


During Lent, my Sunday School class of elementary students is looking at a series of the Faces of Jesus from Godly Play Resources. It is a beautiful series written by Jerome Berryman and illustrated by a mentally challenged artist and friend of Dr. Berryman's.


The first picture of Jesus is of him as a tiny baby-wrapped warmly in a blanket held close to the face of Mother Mary and Father Joseph. It is a drawing of the holy newborn and his earthly family - a birth picture of sorts. Dr. Berryman writes, "And the Word was born in a wordless child."


After showing the drawing to the children, they are invited to choose figures from the room and from a basket to 'decorate' or 'illustrate' this story. The children loved this and found a donkey, a star, a little baby and manger, some sheep, Mary and....a rooster?


P said, "If it was a barnyard they must have had chickens and a rooster!"


A rooster near the manger. It seems so bittersweet and yet so true. At the joy of the incarnation is the foreshadowing of the betrayal. Could Jesus really see the 'cross in the eyes' of his mother when he looked up at her? Was this rooster the great great grandfather of the rooster who would be the famous "cock that crowed?"


Joy is always found in the midst of sorrow and in sorrow is found always the presence of joy... I am learning these two seemingly conflicting feelings are not really opposites but companions in each moment of our life.


If you find yourself mourning this week...watch for the joy. If you find yourself celebrating this week, pay attention to the sorrow. It is the reality of incarnation and the uniqueness of the lived human experience. Jesus knew it and invites us to embrace both in the same moment so that we might know the fullness of life.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Christ Markings


Today I wear my faith...ashes on my forehead. I love this day. Not only is it a reminder of my baptism to me and to whom I belong, but also it tells the world that I am a "marked person." I have been crucified with Christ...I do not belong to myself. I belong body, mind and soul to Jesus Christ who is my Lord and Savior. I am dead to myself...and alive in Christ.
Already, 2 people trying to be helpful have said, "hey you have some kind of dirt on your forehead." "It's Ashes for Ash Wednesday," I replied, "I'm a Christian." One person said, "Oh, you're one of those!" What I think was meant to be an insult, I accepted with joy as one set a part.
Every day, I pray that my actions and the ways the I speak to people and really look at people will bear witness to Christ in my life; or at least some curiousity about being different than other customers. I pray that people will know my allegiance by the fruits of the Spirit (Gal 5) that are manifested in my ordinary and daily kindnesses.
But today, little snowflakes of ashes are sprinkling down my face and reminding me of my own mortality. Today, I am marked by death...and because of this, I am free.