For the ancients the Christ was a king. But Christ is a king outside the accepted schemes. He was born to a daughter of peasants, in a stable amongst cattle and shepherds. While other sovereigns loomed from above and looked down from their thrones dominate and rule, he came from below, from the bottom layer, to serve: under all, the universal servant. And in this service did his kingship consist.
It’s all so charming and lovely this romance about the birth of a baby boy in the heart of a windy night – in the heart of the mists of time – a child who has been sent for safety. Because the world was in need of being saved. It was full of evil, infused by a sickness, a fever in which humanity just fell apart. Jesus brought health, restored life and defeated death.
When the Saviour appeared a great light lit up the night. The night was still there, but so was the light. It is forever Christmas in Christianity. You never yield to death; you begin again. And Christmas amid her tears, brings joy even today. God comes down among us and we ascend to God. He is humanized and we are divinised. His Heart is the meeting point.
From his birth a new people was born, as the angel had proclaimed to astonished shepherds: Do not be frightened. Behold I bring you great tidings of great joy that shall be to the entire population. The entire population, joy: no one is excluded – no one of any class, race, language or colour – for wherever discrimination takes place, there death has its impact.
The Church is there for Christ because just as he was born for everyone during that night in Bethlehem, every day he is reborn for everyone anew. And he asks that we do not refuse him but open to him the hospitality of our hearts even though they may be squallid as stables. He will take care of transforming them into temples filled with angels.