December 23, 2022

Isaiah 40: 1

Comfort, O comfort my people,

    says your God.

Jesus’ life means to us that there is always love and hope. For Christians, we begin with the One Truth: God loves us all, so much that God becomes human and lives among us.

There was a farmer who wasn’t much of a church person, but his wife took the kids regularly to church. One Christmas Eve, a heavy snow began to fall right after they had left to attend the Christmas Eve service. As he sat in his den watching the snow fall, he saw a bird fly into the window: the light had attracted it, and the poor bird was stunned. The farmer went out to get it, but another, then another both did the same thing. The farmer thought that maybe he could get the birds to fly into the barn for shelter, so he grabbed his coat and went out and opened the barn door, but the birds seemed only to see the house and continued their doomed flights into the window. The farmer stood, helpless, as more and more of the poor birds hit the windows of his house. 

He thought, “If only I could become a bird myself, and I could speak their language, they would follow me to safety!”

The church bells began to toll the celebration of the Christ child into the world, “God with us.” Amen.

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About jamiebrame

Greetings, fellow earthlings. I'm the retired Program Director at Christmount, the national retreat, camp, and conference center of the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ), in Black Mountain, NC. From September 2019 through October, 2020, I served Timberlake Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) in Lynchburg, VA, as interim minister. After taking more than a year off, First Christian Church (DoC), Wilson, NC, offered me the position of Interim Minister, beginning May 10, 2022. Originally from Eden, NC, I graduated from John Motley Morehead High School, earned a BA in Religion and Philosophy at Atlantic Christian College (now Barton College), and eked out a Master of Divinity from the Divinity School at Duke University. I served, in various positions, churches (part time and full time) in North Carolina and Georgia, and have lived in Black Mountain, NC, since 1989. I married Renae in 1992 (she refers to these years as "looooooooooong" years. I've spent the past 50 years or so trying to practice Christian contemplative prayer with some touches of Zen meditation to help the journey along. Married to a wife who is much holier than I am, I am fortunate to learn from her daily about how to do this thing called spirituality. Being an ordained minister doesn't make me holy (but occasionally, as you'll read, a little sanctimonious, so forgive me in advance!); but I hope that I put my education to good use. I'd love to be considered a spiritual teacher, but I know myself too well to claim that. While I do a bit of teaching, I think the best teaching we do is when we remain silent (the old desert abba said something like, "if you won't learn from my silence, you won't learn from my talking"). But silence shouldn't turn into quietism, and we do have to speak out and act for justice and fairness and equality for all. I frequently ask myself the question, "Does it matter?" about the major - and minor - issues of the day. What I think matters: love for God, equality, fairness, loving our neighbor, feeding hungry people, housing homeless ones, clothing naked ones, and especially caring for children; basically, caring for those who have some trouble caring for themselves. AND our relationship with God. What doesn't matter: what you think of me. I'm not very Christ-like. You won't hear me talking about all the things I do for others, or all the things I do for God - I was taught that It's not about me, and using good works to get attention for myself isn't what Christian faith is about - look up "narcissism" on Google. I'm not sure Jesus thinks it matters much that I am like him or not, but I do. The old story from the rabbis is probably apropo: when I am hauled up before God at the end of time, God isn't going to ask me why I wasn't more like someone else: I will be asked why I wasn't more like me. The rabbis tell the story better. I'm still a work in progress, as Renae will attest to. Finally, I just hope that something you read here will make you think. Use what you can, ignore the rest. Go read some of the desert saints. Read the classics. Take care of people, never point to yourself, and don't follow me: I'm just hoping to be one more signpost to God. And as one friend reminded me the week before I left Christmount, "It matters." Oh, and my favorite color is probably blue, and I love cats, and I love my wife's music. I don't like beets.
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