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Peace On Earth, Goodwill Towards All #fleshYGod

Nope, this isn’t a post about the War On Christmas. I will leave that to those con artists who came up with that scheme.

“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”- Luke 2:14 KJV

The Flight into Egypt: Jesus, the Virgin Mary ...

The Flight into Egypt: Jesus, the Virgin Mary and St. Joseph. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A few brief thoughts on this Advent season and Christmas Eve. First of all, I am grateful for my family, my friends (IRL and online), my co-workers at both jobs, and you, reader of PJ. Everyone is the gift that keeps on giving. Notice that peace does not stay with God isolated and alone. Peace arrives in the form of the fetus who grew to become the Prince of Peace. This peace requires a peacemaker, someone to live out peaceableness in the reality of the here and now. That is God’s peace requires a body, and not only that, but just as our Holy Infant was in the Virgin Mary’s womb, so too are the peacemakers whom Christ calls to cling and to be utterly dependent on God’s Holy Family, whom we refer to as both the Church Triumphant and the Church Militant.

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Imagine A Nativity Scene…….With Dragons!

Aaron Rathburn on the Manger as an Apocalyptic Event.

When we think about the Nativity story, we visualize sweet sweet baby Jesus oh so gentle in that crib, surrounded by his mother and stepfather, Miriam & Josef, with farm animals, maybe an ox or two, a few mules, and some sheep. Maybe the poor shepherds could be outside the barn, on their knees in prayer, as angels look above. But we usually forget the dragons as Aaron points out. In Revelation 12, John’s vision of the birth of Christ, as well as the subsequent flight into Egypt are signs that the evil One’s reign has come to an end.  Christ’s birth means the establishment of YHWH’s commonwealth, the new heaven and new earth.  God confronts sin and oppression through God’s holy and suffering presence.  The mere existence of evil does not means that sin has the last word, for nativity scenes remind Christians everywhere that God has always been here with humankind and creation. This is the message of Christmas, for Christians to reject any notion of god that begins with the divine’s distance from humanity and embrace Incarnation.

Twas the Night before Christmas (Postmodern Version)

By Bryan Stone of Boston University

I received this in an e-mail from the Optymyst. Thought I should share, just for kicks:

Twas a Postmodern Christmas, when all through the regime
Not a concept was stirring, not even a meme.
Essentialist dogmas were nurtured with care,
And imperialist ambitions still hung in the air

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While grand narratives of progress danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just performed gender before taking a nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew in a craze,
And incarnated an internalized masculine gaze.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Hegemonically othered the objects below.
When, what to my binaried eyes should appear,
But a sleigh simulacrum, and virtual reindeer.

With a little old driver who had friends in Havana,
I knew right away it was postmodern Santa.
More rapid than eagles discourses they came,
As he named and destabilized each language game!

“Now Heidegger, Nietzsche! Now, Levinas and Lyotard!
On Derrida, Foucault! On Butler and Baudrillard!
To each modern foundation, to each stucturalist wall!
Now deconstruct! Deconstruct! Deconstruct all!”

His aesthetic was queer, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes juxtaposed with ashes and soot.
A bundle of kitsch he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pastiche of red, white, and black.

What some crassly call fat, he called “differently weighted,”
The politics of hate in one stroke out-narrated
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Intertextual clues I had nothing to dread.

He spoke less in words than ambiguous gestures,
And filled all the stockings with empty conjectures.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
with critical distance, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew heterotopically spatial
But I heard him exclaim, as I stood there half-dreaming,
“Liberation to all, and an excess of meaning!”