Think about it, the baby Jesus, the son of God born in a
barn. We romanticize it a bit. Truth is it’s not quite as cute and quaint as
we make it out to be. When’s the last
time you’ve been in a barn? Chances are the smell was unpleasant to say the
least. In all reality, where Jesus was born was most likely in a cave and he
was laid to rest in a feed trough—hardly where one would expect to find the son
of God to be found on the night of his birth.
We need only to think back to the birth of Prince George, son
of Prince William and Duchess Catherine, to imagine the fanfare that should
have accompanied the birth of Jesus. Remember
the wall-to-wall media coverage, the international acclaim, and the fanaticism
over the royal birth? If Jesus were to
be born today, we would certainly expect his coming to be celebrated in the same
manner. Yet, that is the exact opposite of what happened.
Bear Nativity |
If Jesus were to come today, he wouldn’t come to an
influential political family in D.C. or a media mogul in Hollywood. No, if
Jesus were to come today, he would come to a migrant family from Mexico,
traveling without documentation across the Sonoran desert, looking for work in
the United States. If Jesus were born today, he would be born in the desert, left
for dead by the coyote, picked up by la migra (the border patrol) and swaddled
in an old, worn out blanket, as the family rode in shackles to the border
patrol holding cell. If Jesus were born today, his coming would be announced to
the minorities of the slums of south central LA, to the drug dealers and
prostitutes, to the poor, the homeless, and the forgotten.
It’s a bit offensive isn’t it? A bit shocking perhaps; the
thought of the sweet, innocent baby Jesus born amidst such utter poverty—and
it’s exactly the context Jesus was born into. Maybe we’ve familiarized
ourselves with the nativity so we can forget that we are the ones that need to
be shaken up. Forget that we have assimilated with the powerful, that we have
aligned ourselves with economic interests that abandon the poor, that we have
accepted a world where Jesus born in abject poverty would simply be disregarded
as another unplanned pregnancy of a single, unwed, minority female.
Here in middle class, suburban America, where Christmas and
the baby Jesus is comforting and reassuring, this image of Jesus disturbs us.
We’re far too comfortable with our image of a white Jesus who looks like us, mirrors
our own political and economic values, coddles us in our preconceived notions
and ideals about him. Just as we find such an image of Jesus’ birth shocking
and unsettling, those reading Luke’s written account would have been similarly
offended.
And that’s the way it should be. If the nativity isn’t
offensive and unsettling to us today, perhaps it’s because we are those amidst the
halls of power he was seeking to avoid.
So this Christmas, if we think we’ve got God figured out, if
we think we’ve got Jesus perfectly idealized, we need to take a fresh look at
the nativity.