Allin Congregational Church Ucc

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Allin Congregational Church Ucc
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683 High St
Dedham, MA 02026
(781) 326-5050

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Merry Christmastide! If you missed our service this past Sunday we've attached Pastor Cheryl's meditation from the late service entitled, Would You Like to Hold the Baby? *** There are certain times -certain moments - in our lives that cause the world to melt away. These moments put everything in perspective so that suddenly, that our neighbor’s dog barks too loud or the church bulletin isn’t perfect or that the family’s black sheep, again, didn’t call for the holiday, is not even slightly as important as it once was. Often these moments are tragedies though they are equally as often moments of miraculous joy. For example, like so many of you, I am a busy person with, at any given time, 6 priorities at the top of a to-list that adjusts itself often throughout my day. There is more need than most realize for the comforting and encouraging prayers of a pastor as well as her skills in proofreading, editing, taking out trash and getting her son to gymnastics FOR ONCE on time. There is ONE event, however, that I will always make space for and that is the birth of a baby. To hold a child who is just hours or days old - to tuck your finger into the tiny palm of their tiny hand and watch as his fingers wrap around it - to feel that impossible warmth and breathe that new-baby smell, settles all of the other seemingly important “priorities” into their PROPER places, which is UNDERNEATH (like WAY underneath) standing in this birthing room holding this tiny human, and staring into her gorgeously perfect face. Suddenly, insuring there is no chance of a single person NOT getting a candle at the Christmas Eve service is no longer important. Editing Sunday’s bulletin, hanging the greens just right, being sure the Christmas tree could stand against Pinterest quality trees, and getting the MOST-BEAUTIFUL cards out to all 300 “friends” falls away like shingles off of one’s eyes in the light of a newborn nestled in her arms. Which brings me back to the manger. What a place of chaos! We’ve got a new and young mom and dad trying to care for this infant with only what they have on their bodies. Around them are animals making their animal noises, doing their animal … things. Cows and donkeys and goats and sheep. Maybe even a camel or two wandering to and fro. I imagine Joseph swatting them away every time one leans into the manger thinking there might be some food in there. Joseph, of course, is nervous. He’s a new dad after all - let alone dad to “The Emmanuel!” There are a million things to do and he will attend to them all: Is the baby warm enough? Let’s keep this stable clean for the sake of all of our health! Are you hungry, Mary? Can I get you something to eat? Let me just clear with the Innkeeper that we can stay for a few more days… All of these THINGS-TO-DO and in the middle of it all I hear Mary calling him to her side. “Joseph,” she says in a soft voice. “Would you like to hold the baby?” Would you like to take a moment from this world and hold your savior in your arms… close to your heart? Would you like to watch your world, your priorities, your judgments melt away in just an instant as you look into the eyes of promise - of potential - of hope? “Would you like to hold the baby?” But that wasn’t all because not long after giving birth and before, I imagine, settling into a new baby routine of feeding and sleeping, in walk a bunch of motley, young, smelly shepherds. They’re harsh and unpolished and a little rude but also in awe of what they’ve come so far to see. They crowd into the stable threatening the peaceful routine and attempts at a bacteria-free environment. They make jokes to ease the tension and embarrassment they feel having stumbled into this odd situation. They feel awkward about what lead them to this intimate setting. But Mary beacons them towards her. “Friends, would you like to hold the baby?” Would you like to feel welcome; to feel equal and loved? Would you like to feel, if only for a moment, valued for who you are in this crazy world? Would you like to experience God’s love that’s for you? “Come. Hold the baby.” Shortly thereafter, just as things begin to settle down a bit and just as the holy family is beginning to get a handle caring for an infant ...while sharing space with several large animals and welcoming the occasional odd guest… three foreign astrologists show up. Not one speaks the language Mary and Joseph do. Their skin color is different and they’re dressed oddly. They are confounded by what they have come upon - this “king” is an infant - living among animals in a stable! There are a bunch of odd visitors here, none of whom would typically be invited into the presence of a King. They feel overdressed and their gifts are not even close to appropriate. They mumble back and forth in their language about a mistake in directions. Should one of them go back outside and take a look at that star? Could we have missed a turn? Why would King Herod be concerned about such an impoverished scene. And just as they think they might bow out quietly, Mary catches the eye of one. “Before you go...Would you like to hold the baby?” Would you like to feel welcomed in this foreign land? Would you like your faith in the star that led you hear affirmed and blessed? Would you like to experience what can bring us all together beyond language and culture, skin color and experience? Would you like to feel your hope in the world and in peace renewed in ways formerly unimagined? “Please,” holding the baby out and gesturing to the seat beside her. “Sit and hold the baby.” And all of us. Bustling around our lives and this world. Holding before us our social and political beliefs as monikers of our own selves and of truth. We make time to attend to everything in the name of success, in the name of comfort, in the name of, simply, what is right. We DO-GOOD-DEEDS and we attend to the poor. We collect non-perishables and we pray every night. We attend church and then we bustle around coffee hour making sure the coffee is hot, the meeting is scheduled, and the questions on another’s health are asked. We forward the VERY-IMPORTANT meme on social media or email and we write or call our congress people. Just as we collapse into the kitchen chair for the 3 minutes between soccer games and doctor’s appointments we hear an impossibly quiet and calm voice calling to us. She’s asking for our attention but won’t shout. She’ll wait until we’re ready to hear her. And when we do we can hear the question… “Beloved, would you like to hold the baby?” We glance over and see him - precious and dependent, for now, on us to hold him, supporting his head, keeping him warm. We are nervous but we reach out and he is placed gently in our arms. And in this moment there is nothing more important and no one more powerful in his grace. This tiny face, these diminutive fingers and toes. We think, it’s impossible, really, that the whole world, it’s future and promise, is dependent on something so small and so helpless. And yet, in this divine moment we are sure that indeed anything is possible through God. There are certain times -certain moments or events - in our lives that cause the world to melt away. These moments put everything in perspective so that suddenly, everything of our lives that scream for our attention and priority are not even slightly as important as they once were. Tonight this moment is one of miraculous joy for even as Mother Earth cries out, pregnant and laboring, we are called to hold what she will birth - hope because we are created in God’s imagine and we are beloved; faith that is God’s faith in us to do justice, love mercy, and walk humbly with Jesus; and love as, tonight, we hold the baby, and realize God’s love for us born in us tonight and forever... Beloved, do not be afraid; for see, this is the good news of great joy! To us is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is the Messiah, the Lord. Go to him and do not be afraid. Hold the baby and know in every fiber of your being “Peace on Earth and goodwill for all!”


Please join us this Thursday evening for our LAST COMMUNITY MEAL OF 2017! We'll be gathering in gratitude and celebration for food, communities, and the holidays. See you then!

Let's wish our beloved Pastor a very Happy Birthday!