Showing posts with label Nativity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nativity. Show all posts

Thursday, December 23, 2010

What if God Was One Of Us???



"What if God was one of us??. .."


I love Mexico.
People are so public about their faith there.
Don’t get me wrong.
I love the U.S.A.


It’s just that in recent years
I think this country of ours
has gone from
Freedom of Religion
to
Freedom From Religion.


You can’t put up a nativity set
unless you also have
other religious faiths represented.


We’ve gone from
“Merry Christmas”
to
“Happy Holidays.”


We’ve gone from
putting a Christmas Tree
to
Holiday Trees.


I’m sorry
but the Holiday is Christmas
and it’s a Christmas Tree.
A nativity scene
represents Christmas.


I’m not opposed to others
of other faith traditions
sharing their images and traditions.
But I will not tolerate
others trying to take mine away from me.


Mexico.
She is so-o-o-o public with her faith.


I love this photo.
It’s a picture of the back
of the bus driver’s seat
in Mexico City.
Now
we’d NEVER see this in Detroit.
I don’t know if the bus driver
had an artist paint for him.
Or maybe the bus company
had it put there.
But it doesn’t matter.
This image of Jesus Christ
is on that bus.
Now,
this is true freedom of religion,
freedom of expression.
Here in this country,
there would be a ban of that bus,
of that bus company.
Somebody would probably lose their job
and/or be sued. .
. . .all for expressing their belief.


As for the song,
well,
when I boarded this bus
the day I took this picture
this song just played through my mind. . .


“What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us?
Just a stranger on the bus. . . .”

"If God had a face
what would it look like?. . ."
Probably much like
the face of that bus driver.

It's been about a year
since I took this photo.
I just hope
that I get to ride
this same bus again
some time soon. . ..







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Poetry: Wonder Counselor, The Anunciation, The Visitation, The Magnificat & The Nativity

Here are a few short poems
I originally wrote in 1997.
Although I do have plans 
for some of my other creative works,
these are a few poems
that might not otherwise see the light of day
unless I share with you here.
Enjoy!
Merry Christmas!


- r.




Wonder Counselor


They shall call him Wonder-Counselor.
They shall call him Prince of Peace.
His dominion shall be vast
and forever full of peace.


They shall call him God-Hero
the Day-Spring, David’s Key,
a shoot from the stump of Jesse
for all people to see.


On his shoulder dominion rests.
They’ll call him Father-Forever.
He’ll rule with dignity and justice
both now and forever.




The Annunciation


The angel, Gabriel,
sent to a town of Galilee.
She was betrothed of Joseph.
The virgin’s name was Mary.


“Rejoice, oh highly favored.
The Lord, our God, is with you.
Blessed are you among women.
Our God has found favor in you.


“This child shall rule the house of Jacob.
He shall be given David’s throne.”
“Tell me how this all can be
for man I have not known.”


This shall be the sign:
in a virgin’s womb the child dwells.
“You shall conceive and bear a son
and call his name Emmanuel.”


“Jesus shall be His name
with great dignity he’ll reign
He shall be given David’s throne.”


“How is this to be
for man is not known to me
For man I have not known.”


“How is this God’s plan
for I do not know man.”
“The Spirit will come to you.


“The offspring to be born
will be God’s holy son.
The power of the Most High will overshadow you.


“Elizabeth also conceived
she was thought sterile but believed
With God all things can be.”


“Let it be as you say.
I conceive this special child today.
Let it be done to me.”




The Visitation


Proceeding in great haste
Mary then set out
to a town of Judah
to Zechariah’s house


She greeted Elizabeth.
The child leapt for joy within her womb.
“Blessed are you among women
and blest the fruit within your womb.”


Filled with the Holy Spirit
Elizabeth did say,
“Who am I that the mother
of my Lord should come to me this day?


“My baby leapt for joy
when you greeted me.
You trusted our Lord’s word
how blest are you now and shall ever be.”




The Magnificat


“My spirit does find joy
joy in God, my savior.
My being proclaims the greatness
of the Lord, my God, forever.


“Blest shall be this lowly servant
from age to age to come.
Our God, who is mighty,
for me great things has done.


“Blessed be this lowly servant.
My being does our God proclaim.
Our God is mighty.
Holy is God’s name.


“For those who fear there’s endless mercy.
God’s arm shows great might.
Confusing the proud.
Lowly raised to greatest heights.


“Rich empty sent away.
Good things given to the hungry.
Mighty from their thrones cast down.
Israel upheld in highest mercy.


“As promised to our ancestors,
Abraham and Sarah before,
our God keeps the promise still:
Our God forevermore.”




The Nativity


“A son shall be born to you.”
The angel’s words came true
in David’s town of Bethlehem.


In manger world’s redeemer lay
perhaps asleep upon the hay:
no room for them in the inn.


Shepherds watching flocks by night
the Lord’s glory shown ‘round them.
“You have nothing to fear,”
the angel said to them.


“I proclaim Good News
and tidings of great joy.
In David’s town of Bethlehem
Is born a special boy.


“Today in David’s town
A Savior born to you
An infant wrapped in swaddling clothes
is the sign for you.”


In swaddling clothes amid sheep, cattle and all
the Author of Life was born in a stall
Born of a woman who did not know man.


And yet, how appropriately so
in such a place some time ago
was born our Saving Lamb.


And suddenly with angel
a multitude did praise and say,
“All glory to God in high heaven
and peace to those on whom God’s favor lays!”


And just as the angel had told them
in a stable born the Prince of Peace.
Glory to God in the highest
and on earth to God’s people, peace.


And so now we sing with the angels!
We praise God and rejoice!
We join the heavenly hosts
praising God in one voice!


Yes, today we sing with the angels
in the song that shall never cease:
Glory to God in high heaven
and on earth to good people, peace!


For He is born! Emmanuel! God is with us!
To our saving lamb the virgin gives birth.
Glory to God in the highest
And peace to God’s people on earth!


(c) 1997, 2010 Rubi Martinez-Bernat. Rubi has worked in the area of Music and Liturgy in the Archdiocese of Detroit for over 25 years. Rubi has several blogs and websites, including http://Liturgyhouse.blogspot.com Permission is granted to use these poems on your blog or website provided that nothing is changed or edited. The full content of poetry together with this paragraph and clickable link must be included. All other use in all other media prohibited.

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about the photo:
my corn husk nativity that gets displayed each year on my baby grand piano.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Faith on the Edge - Reflections on the Christmas Season


“Faith on the Edge.”
That’s the title of a book
Written by one of my favorite theologians,
Leonardo Boff.
Faith on the Edge:
Religion and Marginalized Existence.

I can’t help it.
Leonardo Boff writes
As if he accompanied me in my ministry,
In my day-to-day life.

I know, I know.
He was the one silenced by
The then Cardinal Ratzinger.
To tell the truth,
I think that’s one of the things
That has made Boff so brilliant.
Tell someone “they can’t”
And they do it (whatever “it” may be)
Much more superbly.

Anyhow,
My Advent reading this year
Included a reread of “Faith on the Edge.”
Then,
I spent Christmas in the inner city.

Boff writes:
“A point of view
is the view from a point.
Change the point
And you change the view.
There are various social loci
(commitments and practices),
and each affords
(and blocks out)
various views of reality. . .
. . .In the center
things are softer.
On the periphery
Things scream at you.
In the center,
Mechanisms of exploitation
Are invisible.
On the margins
You can see them
With the naked eye . .”
(Faith on the Edge, p. 40)

In the center
We tell a quaint little story
of Mary and Joseph
Seeking lodging.
On the margins,
We not only reenact the Gospel passage
With the Posada,
We live it, quite literally,
With fear of INS
Being in the parking lot
Across the street from the church
On Christmas Eve.
Yes, my dear friend, Leonardo,
On the margins you can see them,
These mechanisms of exploitation,
With the naked eye.

In the center
We use a doll for the Baby Jesus.
A doll:
Silent, predictable, passive.
This is, in no way, a criticism.
This is simply an observation.
The center uses a doll for the Christ child.
On the margins
We, quite literally,
Venerate the Christ child.
On the margins
We kiss the child of the nativity
(The baby Jesus from the church’s nativity),
that child who was born in a homeless shelter.
On the margins
We embrace the child
who would later become a refugee.
On the margins
We bless the child
Who would later be condemned
Simply because
nothing good comes from Galilee.

In the center
We sometimes behave as if
Writing a check will make things happen.
While our checks may buy Christmas poinsettias
To adorn our churches,
The check will not water them or tend to them.
On the margins
We sometimes have a better understanding
Of Laos ergon (the work of the people),
Picking up a broom
because petals are dropping to the floor
Or watering the flowers
simply because they need watering,
Not waiting to be asked for help,
Not waiting to be invited to participate,
But doing the work
Because the work needs to be done.

In the center
Our children’s participation in the liturgy
Must compete
With basketball, pom, dance, etc.
On the margins
It’s really not Christmas
Until and unless our children get involved.

And what is “Holy Family?”
In the center,
We favor the shorter version of the Gospel
And omit the section in brackets.
On the margins,
The elderly woman,
The prophetess named Anna,
Is not optional
but integral to the story being told,
to our story being told.

In the center
Epiphany means
We add three kings to the nativity set.
On the margins
Epiphany means all are welcome,
Even if we come from other lands,
Even if we speak differently,
Dress differently,
Worship differently.
In the center
We focus on
Gold, frankincense and myrrh.
On the margins
We understand that the magi
Made a long, arduous and necessary journey.
And we totally understand
Why the magi had to go home
By another route.
In the center
We will bless our doorways
With the initials of the three kings.
On the margins
We understand
What it means
When that same door remains closed.

In a later chapter
Boff writes of the two eyes of theology
(theologia ante et retro oculata),
One before and one after.
While writing this blog entry
I thought that my faith seeks understanding
With both eyes on the present,
With one eye on the center
And the other in the margins.
But after careful reflection
I realize that this is not the case.
The center,
It seems to me,
Tries hard to conserve truth
With an eye on the past.
And the margins
Celebrate truth
With an eye on the present.

The Good News
Is always alive, active.
The Gospels aren’t just historic documents,
They are living.
Theology seeks to understand
And this makes the Gospel
Alive and vibrant.
The Gospel
Isn’t either/or:
Either Historic
Or
Living.
They Gospels are both/and:
Historic and Living.

The Church, too,
Is both Her Center
And Her Margins.

Theologia Ante Et Retro Oculata
Thank you to the Little Lamb of Christmas,
For now I see.

I remain ever grateful
To the Merciful One
Who grants me the opportunity
To walk steadfastly
Between and within both worlds.

. . and yet. . .
because I see
and because I walk easily
between and within both realities
(the center and the margins)
I also see the challenges before me. . .
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About the photo:
My Nativity set
Made in Mexico of Corn Husks
About the book:
Faith on The Edge
Religion and Marginalized Existence
by
Leonardo Boff, O.F.M.
Translated by
Robert R. Barr
Harper & Row, Publishers, San Francisco