TOUCHING WONDER
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Scripture quotations are from THE MESSAGE . Copyright by Eugene H. Peterson 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 2000, 2001, 2002. Used by permission of NavPress Publishing Group.
Recognition Luci Shaw. Used by permission.
LCCN 2009928003
ISBN 978-1-4347-6465-2
eISBN 978-1-4347-0070-4
2009 John Blase
Published in association with the literary agency of Alive Communications, Inc, 7680 Goddard St., Suite 200, Colorado Springs, CO 80920
The Team: Brian Thomasson, Karen Lee-Thorp, Caitlyn York, Karen Athen
Cover Design: Amy Kiechlin
Cover Images: iStockphoto
Interior Illustrations: Amanda Jolman
First Edition 2009
for Dad and Mom
Contents
Prelude
Dear friend,
The author David James Duncan described the plastic shepherds from those Christmas dioramas of his youth as having slack-jawed expressions of wonder. There was a time in my life when the stories surrounding the birth of Jesus left me in the same state. However, for some reason or reasons, I lost the eyes to see or the ears to hear, or maybe the heart to wonder. I set out this year (2007) to read them in Eugene Petersons The Message in hopes of recapturing a slacked jaw.
As I read, I was struck by how earthy the stories are; in other words, how utterly human. Even in this day and age of real and authentic, I fear we keep these stories in the realm of card stock and porcelain figurines. If these stories did not happen to flesh and blood and bone and sinew, then we of all people are to be most pitied.
Each entry begins with the passage from The Message , and I hope youll take the time to read it. Petersons renderings of these verses would bleed if you cut them. After each reading, Ive written down my reflections: the thoughts, feelings, hopes, and dreams that surfaced as I spent time with the text. I encourage you to approach them not so much to find an answer or respond, but to ponder them in your heart, Mary-like.
Each reflection is followed by a short prayer. The heart of each prayer is personal, but Ive found that what is most personal is most general.
In no way am I indicating that my words are on the level of Gods. The readings are divine, my words are earthly. However, I do believe that every once in a while, there is an intersection of the divine with the human, and in those moments something akin to the word incarnation happens. IncarnationGod with meat.
The achingly beautiful sketches are from the hand of the artist Amanda Jolman.
This Advent season I found again a wonder in my jaws. I pray the same for you.
Grace, always grace,
John
December 2007
Recognition
Who on earth saw him first, knowing
truly who he was? Belly to belly, when
John, prophet in utero, distinguished
in the natal soup the fetal bones, the body
curled like a comma, eyes tight, skull
packed with universal wisdom,
this unborn cousin began to dance.
And when she, birth-giver
her ordinary vision arrowed down between
her legs, through pain and straw, to her sons dark,
slime-streaked hair, to his very skin, red with
the struggle of being bornshe lifted him
to her breast, kissed the face of God,
and felt her own heart leap.
Luci Shaw
Used with permission of the author
One
Speechless
Luke 1.122
So many others have tried their hand at putting together a story of the wonderful harvest of Scripture and history that took place among us, using reports handed down by the original eyewitnesses who served this Word with their very lives. Since I have investigated all the reports in close detail, starting from the storys beginning, I decided to write it all out for you, most honorable Theophilus, so you can know beyond the shadow of a doubt the reliability of what you were taught.
During the rule of Herod, King of Judea, there was a priest assigned service in the regiment of Abijah. His name was Zachariah. His wife was descended from the daughters of Aaron. Her name was Elizabeth. Together they lived honorably before God, careful in keeping to the ways of the commandments and enjoying a clear conscience before God. But they were childless because Elizabeth could never conceive, and now they were quite old.
It so happened that as Zachariah was carrying out his priestly duties before God, working the shift assigned to his regiment, it came his one turn in life to enter the sanctuary of God and burn incense. The congregation was gathered and praying outside the Temple at the hour of the incense offering. Unannounced, an angel of God appeared just to the right of the altar of incense. Zachariah was paralyzed in fear.
But the angel reassured him, Dont fear, Zachariah. Your prayer has been heard. Elizabeth, your wife, will bear a son by you. You are to name him John. Youre going to leap like a gazelle for joy, and not only youmany will delight in his birth. Hell achieve great stature with God.
Hell drink neither wine nor beer. Hell be filled with the Holy Spirit from the moment he leaves his mothers womb. He will turn many sons and daughters of Israel back to their God. He will herald Gods arrival in the style and strength of Elijah, soften the hearts of parents to children, and kindle devout understanding among hardened skepticshell get the people ready for God.
Zachariah said to the angel, Do you expect me to believe this? Im an old man and my wife is an old woman.
But the angel said, I am Gabriel, the sentinel of God, sent especially to bring you this glad news. But because you wont believe me, youll be unable to say a word until the day of your sons birth. Every word Ive spoken to you will come true on time Gods time.
Meanwhile, the congregation waiting for Zachariah was getting restless, wondering what was keeping him so long in the sanctuary. When he came out and couldnt speak, they knew he had seen a vision. He continued speechless and had to use sign language with the people.
Zachariah
There were a few enjoying this. Earthy old friends.
At your age youll need more than an angels help.
He laughed silently as his head bobbed up and down. True. He had long ago put the dream of children to rest. Now he was being asked to rouse hope.
His hands rose to say, Enough, my good friends. Im going home. He rubbed his throat, a gesture that was becoming a habit.