Here's Pastor
Dave McDowell's weekly devotional that he sends out to members of his church.
Dave is my brother and serves as the Music Minister at Stewartstown UMC in PA.
Personally, I prefer my Jesus to
be detachable.
Now don't get me
wrong,
I like having Jesus
around.
But during the 4 weeks of
advent,
I prefer an empty manger,
please.
I have several nativity
scenes
that I place around my home during
the season.
They vary in style and
look
but they all have one thing in
common.....
a detachable
Jesus.
When it comes to creche (nativity)
scenes,
I am very mindful of protocol and
order.
Week one of Advent, there is only
a lamb in the stable.
Week two, the cattle shows
up
According to the carol, Away
In A Manger, they are lowing.
If you assume the title is true in
Silent Night,
then I don't really know what the
cattle were doing.
By week
three,
the rest of the animals wander
in.
Week four,
the innkeeper (that's the guy
holding the lantern)
starts hanging
around.
On Christmas Eve afternoon,
just before I leave for
church,
Joseph and Mary come a
knocking
The detachable Jesus makes His
appearance
only after I return home at
midnight.
The shepherds usually crawl in
about 1am.
Let's not even talk about the Wise
Men.....
they best not show up til Jan
6,
long after the shepherds go back
to abiding in the fields.
No, I Iike my Jesus
detachable.
There's only one problem with a
detachable Jesus....
where do you put him during
advent??
Last year, when I came home from
church services at midnight
I did my usual
routine
and slipped into my pajamas and
slippers
(sorry, no cap for me, no kerchief
for mama either).
I turned on a Christmas broadcast
from a
world-renowned
cathedral,
and let the music bathe the
house.
Then I went in search of
the Alpha & Omega.
Now I am sure that you have your
special place that you put your Emmanuel.
Mine is in the silverware drawer
of the hutch,
cradled in the slotted
spoon.
I'm not sure why the slotted
spoon,
except that it kind of looks like
a good place
to cradle a baby
Jesus.
I opened the
drawer
as I very appropriately sang
Joy to the World.
As I reached let earth
receive her king,
I gasped.
There was no king to
receive.
The Savior was
not in the slotted spoon.
I looked under the ladle for
the Lord of Lords.
under the pickle fork for
the Prince of Peace
under the butter knife for
the Bright Morning Star.
The King of Kings
was no where to be found.
The Christ Child
had escaped from the cutlery.
I was
devastated.
As a pastor,
you learn to
adapt
when things don't go as you
planned in worship.
But as a common
man
in search of my ceramic
Jesus,
I was lost.
After several
minutes
of searching every nook and cranny
of the hutch,
I accepted Christmas Eve news that
was even worse
than being placed on the naughty
list.
My Mighty
God
was missing in
action.
I did the next best
thing.
Since my Rose of
Sharon was no where to be found,
I pulled a cloth rose out of a
nearby decoration
and laid it in the
manger.
I went to bed saddened that
I had somehow misplaced
the Wonderful Counselor.
While it is true that the
Everlasting Father
never abandons His
children,
it is true that His
children
often walk away from
Him.
Apart from having a liturgical
correct creche,
having a detachable
Jesus
is not a good
thing.
If I couldn't detach
Him,
then I couldn't walk away from
Him.
If I couldn't walk away from
Him,
then I wouldn't fall into the
darkness of my sin.
Instead,
I closed my eyes and slept into
the darkness of that night.
Christmas morning last year was a
beautiful, sunny morning.
As an adult,
my first instinct
Christmas
morning
is to go to the kitchen for a hot
beverage.
The days of running down the
stairs to the Christmas tree
are long since
gone.
As I waited for my tea to
boil,
I remembered that my Lion
of Judah was missing.
The sadness of the night began to
return.
Then as surely as the light of
Christmas morning
filled my
home,
light filled my head and I
remembered.....
I had polished the silver last
month.....
at the beginning of
advent.
4 weeks before there was no room
at the inn for the great I AM,
there was no room in the cutlery
draw for my Messiah!
I
remembered.
The Bread of Life
was lying in the bread basket!
The Hallelujah Chorus
erupted
as the Word become flesh
took His rightful place in a humble manger.
As we approach another celebration
of Christmas,
many of us are saddened by the
rampant commercialism
and the inordinate distractions
that the season
brings.
Let the cash register continue to
ring up its purchases,.....
Meanwhile the Good
Shepherd continues to account for each of His
flock.
Let the electric meters continue
to whirl out of control......
Meanwhile the Consolation
of Heaven continues to pray on our behalf.
Let the ovens continue to bake up
confectionary delights........
Meanwhile the Bread
of Life had been offered to the world.
Let the world do what it has
always done,
it is no less busy or distracted then it was in Bethlehem 2000
years ago.
What matters the
most
is our attachment to
Jesus.
This year, I know He is safely
cradled in the slotted spoon for a few more days.
More importantly, He is cradled in
my heart.
May He be cradled in yours
and may your celebration of
Christmas stir your heart and soul.
And in the same region there were
shepherds out in the fields,
keeping watch over their flocks by
night.
And an angel of the Lord stood before
them
and the glory of the Lord shone around
them
and they were terribly
frightened.
And the angel of the Lord said to
them,
do not be afraid;
for behold I bring you tidings of
great joy which shall be for all people;
for today in the city of David, there
has been born for you,
a Savior, who is Christ the
Lord.
Luke
2:8-11
.