Caitlin Trussell with Augustana Lutheran Church on December 21, 2016
[sermon begins after the Bible reading; Psalm 139 is at the end of sermon]
John 1:1-5, 14 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2He was in the beginning with God. 3All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being. What has come into being 4in him was life, and the life was the light of all people. 5The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it. 14And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father’s only son, full of grace and truth.
Today, we’re drawn into the company of other people and the promises of God in a quieter way. Whether by temperament or circumstance we find a need for a reflective moment in the midst of this Christmas season. Christmas is a funny thing. It’s religious. It’s cultural. It’s festive. And it comes at the darkest time of the year. There’s some history in those developments. The church long ago tried to figure out how to exist alongside non-Christian celebrations that were rowdy and a lot of fun. So time of year and some of the trimmings were co-opted from those celebrations and remain today. I’m cool with that. Christianity has always lived in people’s lives while being translated by people’s lives. This means that all kinds of things make their way into the mix. It’s one of the things that I like about it.
There is also the story told in scripture. At Christmas, we celebrate a birth. Not just any birth…but a birth that shines light in the darkness, a birth that changes the world. God was active in history long before the birth of Jesus. Connecting the moment of this birth to all of God’s history, the gospel writer of John uses those powerful words, “In the beginning…” These words that John uses to introduce the Word can also be heard in the very first verse of Genesis.  This connection draws a huge arc through time, space, and place, between the birth of creation to the birth of Jesus.
So while Luke spends time on the human details of shepherds and a manger, John spends time on the cosmic ones. Where Luke’s words are a simple story, John’s words elevate us into poetic mystery. We could leave it there, in those mysterious heights. We could keep at a distance this mysterious poetry that many discard as too heady or inaccessible. Except…except…John doesn’t leave it dangling out in the mystery of the cosmos, untouchable or inaccessible.
John brings the Word straight to the ground. “And the Word became flesh and lived among us.” This God who created…who made promises through Abraham, who brought freedom through Moses, who instigated challenge through the prophets, who gave guidance through kings…this God became flesh. A mysterious, inaccessible, cosmic God becomes a God that is part of our common humanity, through common flesh. God taking on flesh to join us in our humanity is the birth. Or, as John likes to put it, “And the Word became flesh and lived among us.”
God living among us in Jesus is cause for reflection. Not simply because God showed up but because God entered human fragility. As John writes, “The light shines in the darkness and the darkness did not overcome it.” Light moving in the dark; day against night. This language may be poetic but we get it.
The darkness of someone we love living with a mental illness that is difficult to treat.
The darkness of grief and the confusion it brings to daily life.
The darkness of disease, acute or chronic, that seems to take up more space than anything else.
The darkness of unrest in the world that is a matter of life and death.
If we could sit and talk about the darkness, each one of us could name a way that it affects our lives or the life of someone we love. It is into this real struggle, this darkness, that Jesus is born. Jesus who continues to bring light that reveals God in the midst of the worst that life brings – a light that shines a defiant hope.
My mother gave me permission to tell a bit of her story. Many years ago, she married my first father in a romantic whirlwind. They honeymooned in Germany. While there, they picked up a set of Dresden angels. A few inches tall, white porcelain, graceful, and beautiful. Life was good and fun and grew to include five children. Those angels were set out in a bed of pine boughs at Christmastime every year to protect their wing tips in case they were knocked over. They surrounded a small porcelain baby Jesus.
Then my father got sick. Schizophrenia. A late psychotic break. Life wasn’t so good and we had to leave. As a single mother, mom kept putting those angels out. She remarried and every year those angels would go out. My stepfather died and the angels still stood, surrounding the baby Jesus. On Saturday, my mother and her third husband Larry took the angels to UPS. The angels are heading to my home, yet to arrive. Talking with her later in the day, she told me that she “burst into tears” when she got in the car after the UPS stop. She talked about how the angels were from a happy time and she was happy that I will have them. I’ve been thinking about the angels, my mom, first dad, siblings, and me – the good, bad, and ugly. I’ve also been thinking about this Longest Night worship. I’ve been thinking about people and their stories, about light in the darkness, about how we struggle with personal family struggles and with world-wide crises. I’ve also been thinking about God slipping on skin and how that makes all the difference in my own life and faith – bright times and broken times.
We don’t have to go very far to find what’s broken. But I’ve been thinking about how the speed of light travels to us whether from the next room or from a star a million miles away. We don’t move a muscle and light comes. God comes down to us, fleshy and fragile, right to the heart of things. We don’t move a muscle and God comes down to us. In the company of other people today, we remind each other that this is God’s promise to you, to me, and to world. Some days that promise feels like a fragile thread and other days it feels like a defiant hope. No matter our feelings on any given day, “darkness is not dark to [God]; the night is as bright as the day, for darkness is as light to [God].” Amen.
 John 1:1
 Genesis is the first book of the Bible’s 66 books. Genesis 1:1 – “In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth…”
 John 1:14
 Psalm 139:12
O Lord, you have searched me and known me.
2You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from far away.
3You search out my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways.
4Even before a word is on my tongue, O Lord, you know it completely.
5You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me.
6Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is so high that I cannot attain it.
7Where can I go from your spirit? Or where can I flee from your presence?
8If I ascend to heaven, you are there; if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.
9If I take the wings of the morning and settle at the farthest limits of the sea,
10even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me fast.
11If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light around me become night,”
12even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day, for darkness is as light to you.