We approach the Winter Solstice, the darkest time of the year. In ancient ritual, in cultures around the planet, at the Winter Solstice, worshipers would encircle a fire and bid their God to descend from the darkness beyond into their midst…fire inviting fire, of like mind, to enlighten the dark. The dating of Christmas in our tradition follows this ancient one…all religious practices sprung from the ancient, bearing mystery from the dawn of time into present symbol. Christmas is set just after the solstice when the days begin broadening, when the long ebbed light makes its return in spite of all the cold and in spite of all the dark.
We are the heirs to the ancients as we stand around our fiery altars as the conscientious faithful, and invite our God into our midst, and into the world’s midst. Our God manifest in the figure of a vulnerable child, a child whose life is light, which is the light of all people, John’s Gospel informs us. We too, like the coming Christ are light bearers to the world…light as vulnerable as a child, guttering against the dark and cold…but like a child, full of promise…full of hope…full of love. So we celebrate our coming birth as well…this light-birth.
This light that is coming will reveal as plain as day the ways of heaven in earth: that nothing in the economy of God is lost; that all things matter; that mystery carried by beauty transforms; our meal taking and hospitality, rhythmic rudiments of the way life really is; that compassionate sacrifice graces our neighbor and heals our souls; that justice and peacemaking are the real hope that begins now in earnest; that the world is being forever made new and we in it; that death and life are the same beautiful song….and the darkness, mere contrast…It is something to celebrate, this light, this fire inviting fire, despite all that cold and all that dark.
