One week. In the nativity story, Jesus is one week old.
We in the Church are still knee-deep in the Feast of Christmas, even though most of the rest of the world has moved onto after-Christmas sales and New Year’s Eve partying.
There are twelve days of Christmas, and we’re only on Day 7.
So today we celebrate the First Sunday of Christmas, and we have what I think are jarringly grand scriptures.
In Isaiah, we read phrases like, “I will greatly rejoice in the Lord, my whole being shall exult in my God; for he has clothed me with the garments of salvation, he has covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decks himself with a garland, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.”
In Galatians, we hear, “But when the fullness of time had come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under the law, in order to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as children.”
And then, of course, we have John’s Prologue. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being.”
It’s all this sweeping cosmic theology, and in the case of Isaiah, seriously grand celebration.
It’s all very appropriate for examining the deep eternal meaning of Christmas and the world-changing implications of the Incarnation.
But I can tell you right now that it has precious little to do with what’s happening to the Holy Family at this moment. Continue reading