Monthly Archives: December 2012

” . . . IN THOSE DAYS . . . “

 

 

 

      “And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed. And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.”         Luke 2:1-

               Do you mind if we take a few minutes and think about THE TIMING of what I’m calling an “Eternal Event?” Luke says the story unfolded “In those days.”  I’ve asked myself what was different or special about those days? 

         Nothing, it appears. Absolutely nothing.

          In those days, for instance, the ‘High’ (Augustus) Caesar issued an order that all those under his rule were to be taxed.  So what’s new or different about that? In our day, we have a saying that: “Nothing’s certain but death and taxes.” There’s nothing new here.  At his own considerable expense and inconvenience, each and every citizen had to go back to his birthplace to register.  We aren’t told what kind of records were kept; or where; or how the details and  totals were collected, calculated and  kept … or what the penalty might be for fraud or default.    This may have been the most convenient, most efficient way to register and pay taxes from the Roman government’s point of view.  Rome was in absolute power; what care had they for poor, miserable, inferior peasants?

         Do you get the picture?  Rome, the much despised, wielded cruel, savage power, used a mailed fist like a sledgehammer to capture and control almost all of the then known world.  The iron toed Roman boot on the necks of the Jews ground down and humiliated an intensely stubborn and proud people.  Those who had considered themselves to be God’s “Chosen People” must have felt they’d been grabbed by the neck like a chicken with taxes wrung out to the last shekel or denarius. And we grumble and complain about “hard times” and bad times and downturns in our economy and a looming bona fide “depression” and deprivation. By comparison, I doubt most of us even know what hardship, destitution, and deprivation really are. 

         In those days, they knew the meaning of suffering ~ economic, mental, physical, and spiritual ~ to the point of tortured exhaustion.  They sighed and trudged wearily along, wondering perhaps if each step and breath would be their last  . . . and not really caring if it were.

         That’s what it was like, in those days.  People were tired.  Weary. Oppressed. Crushed down, hopeless and defeated. The known world labored restlessly under the militarily enforced PAX Romana  (Roman Peace). After centuries of trial and error, failed policies, disappointed philosophical and religious quests, historians tell us a certain taedium vitae   (Latin for “tiredness of life”) hung over the entire population like a heavy pall.  Even those who held onto the Messianic hope did it very tentatively, only half-heartedly. “How long, O Lord, How Long?” they wondered collectively.  “Haven’t we had enough?”

         In THOSE DAYS…I’m REALLY intrigued by some of the words and phrases used in what we consider the “Nativity Narratives.”  Those are two of them.   In my thinking, though, this is how Luke plants this story in human history.  . . in time and on terra firma (Latin for “firm ground.”).  He’s not soaring around in space in some ‘Never-Never Land.’  It is obvious what he’s talking about. And Whom.  And when.  And where.   He isn’t talking here about some lofty, unidentifiable, impersonal deity inhabiting some lofty pinnacle on a distant, mythical. mystical Mount Olympus proportions and hurling lightning bolts from that high point across the universe.  Luke is speaking about a real baby boy.  Born in a REAL place, and in REAL time.   Breathing, crying, nursing, even occasionally wetting his diapers made of swaddling cloths, and sleeping peacefully in His mother’s arms, or there nestling and snuggling on the straw in the makeshift baby bed which had been borrowed from the farm animals and hastily improvised to meet an “emergency.”  Can you imagine what it might have been like to see the animals mulling and pawing around, searching for food.  Wondering where their meal was.  Someone had invaded their turf.  It was THEIR feed trough.  Their manger!

         What a sight!  What a night!!! 

        It all took place in those days.  I’ve kept asking myself: “What was so special about “those days?”  

         Nothing.  Nothing at all.  Nada.  NOTHING!

 

         Until you take into account that on one of them Jesus was born.  Perhaps a day JUST TODAY! 

         In some sense, even those dark days provided the perfect backdrop for a miracle.  The kind of “times that try men’s souls” turned out to be, in fact, the days in which “The Word became flesh and dwelt among us; and we beheld His glory.”  Those were the days, but certainly not the “good ole days!”

         However, on one of those days, a group of angels shouted or sang in harmony, or in unison: “Unto you is born THIS DAY, in the city of David, a Savior, who is Christ, the Lord.” And, just think about this: That grand announcement and concert was performed by an army of angels before an audience of poor, unlettered, unimportant, unknown, common shepherds,  on an ordinary night, in a field on the backside of nowhere!

 

         The really important question is this:  What effect does this message have upon me IN THESE DAYS?  On THIS DAY?

 

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         “A prison cell, in which one waits, hopes … and is completely dependent on the fact that the door of freedom has to be opened from the outside, is not a bad picture of Advent.”        

~               Dietrich Bonhoeffer,
German pastor, educator and philosopher (1906-1945). When he wrote GOD IN THE MANGER, Dietrich was in prison, awaiting execution for his involvement in anti-Hitler activity.   Waiting, hoping, for release that never came.  He was executed less than four weeks before Adolph Hitler committed suicide

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Let’s begin right here:
THE BIRTH OF JESUS

“In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.). And everyone went to their own town to register.
“So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.
“And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
“Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying “Glory to God in the highest heaven,
and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
“When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”
“ So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.” Luke 2:1-20 New International Version (NIV)

In Those Days

“And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed. And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.” Luke 2:1-2

Do you mind if we take a few minutes and think about THE TIMING of what I’m calling an “Eternal Event?” Luke says the story unfolded “In those days.” I’ve asked myself what was different or special about those days?
Nothing, it appears. Absolutely nothing.
In those days, for instance, the ‘High’ (Augustus) Caesar issued an order that all those under his rule were to be taxed. So what’s new or different about that? In our day, we have a saying that: “Nothing’s certain but death and taxes.” There’s nothing new here. At his own considerable expense and inconvenience, each and every citizen had to go back to his birthplace to register. We aren’t told what kind of records were kept; or where; or how the totals were collected, calculated and kept … or what the penalty might be for fraud or default. This may have been the most convenient, most efficient way to register and pay taxes from the Roman government’s point of view. Rome was in absolute power; what care had they for poor, miserable, inferior peasants?
Do you get the picture? Rome, the much despised, wielded cruel, savage power, usied a mailed fist like a sledgehammer to capture and control almost all of the then known world. The iron toed Roman boot on the necks of the Jews ground down and humiliated an intensely stubborn and proud people. Those who had considered themselves to be God’s “Chosen People” must have felt they’d been grabbed by the neck like a chicken with taxes wrung out to the last shekel or denarius. And we grumble and complain about “hard times” and bad times and downturns in our economy and a looming bona fide “depression” and deprivation. By comparison, I doubt most of us even know what hardship, destitution, and deprivation really are.
In those days, they knew the meaning of suffering ~ economic, mental, physical, and spiritual ~ to the point of tortured exhaustion. They sighed and trudged wearily along, wondering perhaps if each step and breath would be their last . . . and not really caring if it were.
That’s what it was like, in those days. People were tired. Weary. Oppressed. Crushed down, hopeless and defeated. The known world labored restlessly under the militarily enforced PAX Romana (Roman Peace). After centuries of trial and error, failed policies, disappointed philosophical and religious quests, historians tell us a certain taedium vitae (Latin for “tiredness of life”) hung over the entire population like a heavy pall. Even those who held onto the Messianic hope did it very tentatively, only half-heartedly. “How long, O Lord, How Long?” they wondered collectively. “Haven’t we had enough?”
In THOSE DAYS…I’m REALLY intrigued by some of the words and phrases used in what we consider the “Nativity Narratives.” Those are two of them. In my thinking, though, this is how Luke plants this story in human history. . . in time and on terra firma (Latin for “firm ground.”) He’s not soaring around in space in some ‘Never-Never Land.’ It is obvious what he’s talking about. And Whom. And when. And where. He isn’t talking here about some lofty, unidentifiable, impersonal deity inhabiting some lofty pinnacle on a distant, mythical. mystical Mount Olympus proportions and hurling lightning bolts from that high point across the universe. Luke is speaking about a real baby boy. Born in a REAL place, and in REAL time. Breathing, crying, nursing, even occasionally wetting his diapers made of swaddling cloths, and sleeping peacefully in His mother’s arms, or there nestling and snuggling on the straw in the makeshift baby bed which had been borrowed from the farm animals and hastily improvised to meet an “emergency.”
What a sight! What a night!!!
It all took place in those days. I’ve kept asking myself: “What was so special about “those days?”
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Until you take into account that on one of them Jesus was born. Perhaps a day JUST TODAY!

In some sense, even those dark days provided the perfect backdrop for a miracle. The kind of “times that try men’s souls” turned out to be, in fact, the days in which “The Word became flesh and dwelt among us; and we beheld His glory,” Those were the days, but certainly not the “good ole days!”
However, on one of those days, a group of angels shouted or sang in hamony, or in unison and said: “Unto you is born THIS DAY, in the city of David, a Savior, who is Christ, the Lord.”
The really important question is this: What does this message have upon me IN THESE DAYS? And on THIS DAY?

_________________________________

“A prison cell, in which one waits, hopes … and is completely dependent on the fact that the door of freedom has to be opened from the outside, is not a bad picture of Advent.”
~ Dietrich Bonhoeffer,
German pastor and philosopher (1906-1945) imprisoned and executed for his role in the attempt to assassinate Adolf Hitler.

JOY TO YOU, TOO!

I tried to complete my manuscript for a new Christmas devotional study.  Just ran out of time before I could complete the task.  Instead, my plan is to put the manuscript up in its draft form, inviting you to critique it and make any suggestions or ask any questions that may occur to you.  Here’s the book title, a suggested list of chapters, and the introduction. More will follow.

JOY TO YOU,TOO

A Serious and Joyous Look at an Old Book

By don kimrey

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Introduction
1.  In those days
2 . Sorry, no vacancy
3,  Suddenly
4.  Don’t be Afraid
5 , An Army of Angels
6. Joy to You, Too
7.  Generations of Jews
8.  A Strange Visit
9.  Strange Gifts
10. The Word
12.  Ever Looked At It This Way?
13. The Light
14. The Gift
15. The Great Descent
Afterwords
Great Gratitude

DEDICATION

This little book is being written by an ordinary guy who has grown a bit weary of cheesy, clueless, and crassly commercial exploitation of a really sacred day. A day we use in our calendars to mark the most dramatic turning point in human history. In our culture, everything that occurred prior to the Incarnation of Christ is marked B.C. (Before Christ.). The years afterward are dated A.D. (“Anno Domini,” The Year of the Lord).

Christmas is what I call and Eternal Event.
With an accumulation of traditions and folklore, should ask ourselves sometimes what the real significance of Christmas is? Is it just a celebration of a sentimental season? A commercial bonanza? Or is there deeper, more serious meaning which deserves to be explored?
JOY TO YOU, TOO is being written (and is dedicated to) someone like you, if you would like to take a fresh, new look at Jesus of Nazareth’s entrance into human history. It is an invitation to ponder the significance and magnificence of that Event, more from a personal, devotional standpoint than from a merely historical or theological perspective.
Thank you for considering my work. I hope you’ll rediscover some of the true joy of this event.
~donkimrey, North Topsail Island, North Carolina, Winter 2012