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The Lens of Faith

“The Lens of Faith” Luke 2:22-40; Galatians 4:4-7 © 12.31.17 Christmas 1B by Tom Cheatham at First Presbyterian Church, Amory, MS. All rights reserved.

This Sunday finds us in a kind of limbo. Christmas Day was almost a week ago now, and our focus is on the new year. In a little over twelve hours, the ball drops, the champagne cork pops, and it will be 2018.

We might try to celebrate Christmas personally for twelve days, as on the church liturgical calendar. But that’s hard, isn’t it, given that in society at large, once people sing a couple of carols and open presents and eat a big meal, Christmas is over? Time to return the gifts, go back to work, figure out how to pay for all the stuff we bought we couldn’t afford. A few trappings remain—the wreath on the door, the candles in the windows, the tree in the den or the office lobby, likely up only until tomorrow. Then they’re gone, and things get back to what we’ve come to consider normal.

So what do we do now? In the midst of putting away the new clothes, getting oriented to the updated electronics or taking down the decorations, is there a word from God that can help us prepare for the new year soon to dawn? Is there some possibility that even when there’s no big festival on the calendar, we will still experience the warmth, joy, and love of Christmas? Will we heed the reminder of Santa in the original Miracle on 34th Street that Christmas isn’t just a day, it’s a frame of mind?

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God With Us

“God with Us” Isaiah 7:10-17 and Matthew 1:18-25 © 12.24.17 Advent 4A by Tom Cheatham at First Presbyterian Church, Amory, MS. All rights reserved.

In his memoir A Room Called Remember, author and theologian Frederick Buechner offers some pointed observations about this season. “Christmas,” he insists, “is not…just Scrooge waking up the next morning a changed man. It is not just the spirit of giving abroad in the land with a white beard and reindeer. It is not just the most famous birthday of them all and not just the annual reaffirmation of Peace on Earth…. On the contrary, if you do not hear in the message of Christmas something that must strike some as blasphemy and others as sheer fantasy, the chances are you have not heard the message for what it is. Emmanuel is the message in a nutshell…. ‘God with us.’ Who is this God? How is he with us? That’s where the problem lies” (57-58).

I dare say we don’t often think of Christmas as a problem, at least not in any theological or religious sense. Sure, we wonder what to get that hard-to-please relative who has everything and says he or she doesn’t want anything. Or maybe there’s the stress of planning and baking and cooking and welcoming out-of-town family. Perhaps we wonder how we can get out of going to some Christmas party we’re obligated to attend or which event might be a may-omit on a packed calendar. But by and large, when we hear the message of Christmas is “God with us,” we smile and feel warm inside, even or especially if the rest of the year we haven’t experienced the divine presence, have been lonely or known loss. It’s the word we’ve been waiting and wanting to hear.

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“What About Him?”

“‘What About Him?’” Luke 2:1-20 © 12.24.17 Christmas Eve by Tom Cheatham at First Presbyterian Church, Amory, MS. All rights reserved.

The Polar Express is a film that deserves to be on everyone’s list of must-see Christmas movies. Based on the charming book by Chris van Allsburg, it’s about an unnamed boy who’s skeptical about Santa Claus. But on Christmas Eve, he has a dream—or is it a dream?—that a train called “The Polar Express” pulls up at his front door. A conductor invites him on, where with other children he will be taken to the North Pole to see Santa. One of the kids will receive “the first gift of Christmas.”

“Hero boy,” as the credits call him, meets other children in the plush car where they’re seated. One is a know-it-all; the other, an African-American girl, who is the feminine lead in the movie. The train heads for the neighborhood on the other side of the tracks, and stops to pick up a poor kid in shabby nightclothes. He doesn’t want to get on at first, but decides at the last minute that he does. He runs to jump aboard, but the train is moving too fast, and the boy falls in the snow. Our hero pulls the emergency brake, and the boy climbs on, but sits all by himself in the last car.

Later on we find through a song that though the poor boy has heard about presents wrapped up in red and green, he’s never seen any. Santa doesn’t stop at his house. Later, the hero boy and hero girl talk with the kid, whose name we eventually learn is Billy, and find that “Christmas doesn’t work out” for him. In every way, Billy is excluded from the joy of the holiday, whether at his home or now on the train, sitting by himself.

When the Express reaches the North Pole, and the children begin to file out to make their way to the center of town, the poor boy doesn’t get off. The hero girl asks the conductor: “What about him?” To that, she gets the reply: “No one is required to see Santa.” And that moves the girl and the hero boy to invite Billy to go with them to the festivities.

“What about him?” “What about her?” “What about them?” Those are Christmas questions. The angels proclaimed a message of joy which would be to “all people.” This was no exclusive offer for those who could afford it or who were vetted by a government authority for admission to the manger or considered ritually clean and socially acceptable. The great joy was for everyone: righteous Pharisee and crooked politician, prostitute and priest, sinner and saint. It was for the losers, the left-out, the looked-down-on, and the disregarded as well as for the successful, well-heeled, influential, and popular. The Pharisees had their rules and their lists of who was in and who was out, who was clean and who was dirty, decent and disgusting. The Roman occupiers and their aristocratic collaborators the Sadducees kept their own rosters of who could be trusted and who couldn’t, who could be manipulated and convinced for the right price, who got an audience with the governor and who was left waiting endlessly, never allowed to voice concerns. Indeed, everybody at every level of society had his or her own ideas of us and them.

But the Christmas gospel from choirs of angels cuts across all those lines. The great joy of God’s deliverance is for everybody. As if to punctuate the message, to make sure we get the point, God sends his angel visitors not to the halls of government or the office of the chief priest or the homes of prominent businesspeople. He dispatches them to sing to shepherds, out in the fields, watching their sheep. Lowly, despised men near the bottom of the social and economic ladder were the first to hear of Christ’s birth. Matthew, by the way, does much the same thing, but in his gospel it’s foreigners, Persian sages, who get the news before the so-called insiders in the palace of Herod. A generation before Luke’s gospel was written, in one of the first books of the New Testament, Paul would proclaim the inclusive message: “In Christ there is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male and female, but all are one in Christ Jesus.”

The Christmas gospel speaks to each of us, but not only to us. If we hear the message as about One born who will be our personal Savior, comfort us in this life, and then take us to heaven, and that’s all we care about, we have missed the point entirely. The Franciscan priest Father Richard Rohr asks: “Is there no other priority than my personal salvation?” ( In answer, he writes: “Going to heaven is not the goal of religion. Salvation isn’t an evacuation plan or a reward for the next world. Whenever we live in conscious, loving union with God, which is eventually to love everything, we are saved. This can and should happen now in this world (

If we’re faithful to the Christmas message of the angels, our priority will be the welfare of our neighbors now. When we see someone left out, we must ask about their well-being and their inclusion in the blessings we enjoy. When we see someone hurting or despairing, we are summoned to wonder how they might find help and healing and experience the joy promised. The blessings of Christmas are diminished for everyone as long as one is excluded, as long as someone or a group of someones sits in the back of the train, alone and downcast, like the kid in the movie. We lose the plot, as they say, when we believe that just because some action or policy doesn’t hurt us, it doesn’t hurt anyone else (cf. John Pavlovitz, Because the baby of Bethlehem grew up to command us to love our neighbors, we follow him best when we show courtesy and civility to others, which is a big deal in these days when the norm is bullying of and cruelty toward anyone who is different. We imitate him truly when we live with tolerance, and perhaps even move beyond tolerance to true understanding; when we extend a helping hand to our sisters and brothers in this community and beyond. We show we’re his disciples when we attend to the log in our own eyes before we try to remove the speck in our neighbor’s, when we refuse to parade our piety in public, and know it’s the height of hypocrisy to decry the immorality of our land while living without charity or decency ourselves.

But Christmas in this day of deep and worsening inequality moves us beyond individual charity to justice in society. If indeed the Savior born in Bethlehem is the Lord, if he “rules the world with truth and grace,” then Christmas is about justice, for our God is a God who insists on equity and compassion. This lowly one laid in a manger comes to “make his blessings flow” and “make the nations prove the glories of his righteousness,” which in Hebrew is the same word as “justice.”

The birth of Jesus can’t be separated from his teaching, his death or his resurrection and ascension. They’re all cut from the same cloth. What happens in the Christmas story gives us clues about God’s purpose for the world, what Jesus would proclaim as an adult and call “the kingdom of God.” Later in Luke, he described his agenda in the words of the prophet: to proclaim liberty to the captives, good news to the poor, and freedom for the oppressed.

Christmas is not just a day or even twelve days. It’s a way of life. It’s a calling.

Ebenezer Scrooge, having changed his ways, resolved to honor Christmas in his heart and try to keep it all year long. The 20th century activist, poet and preacher Howard Thurman reminded us what that might mean. In his poem “The Work of Christmas,” he wrote: “When the song of the angels is stilled,/When the star in the sky is gone,/When the kings and princes are home,/When the shepherds are back with their flock,/The work of Christmas begins:/To find the lost,/To heal the broken,/To feed the hungry,/To release the prisoner,/To rebuild the nations,/To bring peace among brothers,/To make music in the heart.”

And at the end of the classic Christmas movie The Bishop’s Wife, the bishop ends the sermon the angel had written for him this way: “All the stockings are filled, all that is, except one. And we have even forgotten to hang it up. The stocking for the child born in a manger. It’s his birthday we’re celebrating. Don’t let us ever forget that.

“Let us ask ourselves what he would wish for most. And then, let each put in his share: loving kindness, warm hearts, and a stretched-out hand of tolerance. All the shining gifts that make peace on earth.”

Indeed, God’s peace, which in the Bible means wholeness of mind, body, and spirit, is the greatest gift we can give our neighbor, including the least of these in whom Jesus said we meet him. Peace is the promise and the hope of Christmas for all. When some say “you’re not welcome,” God says “come on in.” When we’re told “that’s impossible,” we’re reminded of the angel’s assurance to Mary “nothing is impossible with God.” When we’re terribly afraid and confused, we hear the glorious news of great joy which bids us not to fear. And because we know we are cared for by God, that the Messiah has come, that God is with us, we may reach out in compassion to our neighbors and seek justice for them. We can ask with boldness and conviction, with the intent to act: “What about them? What about her? What about him?”

Preparing the Way

“Preparing the Way” Isaiah 40:1-11; Mark 1:1-8 © 12.10.17 Advent 2B by Tom Cheatham at First Presbyterian Church, Amory, MS. All rights reserved.

There’s a new Wal-Mart grocery store and gas station set to open in Starkville in January. It’s on the Highway 12 bypass, just off 82, perfect for tailgaters to stop and get their provisions as they head to the stadium, then fill up on the way out of town as they travel back home. It will also be nice for people who live in nearby apartments or anybody on that side of town, who before had to shop at stores some distance away.

I go by the site every Wednesday and Sunday as I drive here. I’ve watched the progress of the development for months, as armies of workers swarmed over it seven days a week. I don’t remember anything much about what the plot of land looked like before, though I think it was forested. I do recall mounds of dirt and giant machines, as the uneven ground was leveled and prepared for building. What was high was brought low, and the low lifted up.

But we need not go any farther than our yards to find an example of ground altered and improved by human hands for a new purpose. Maybe we need to fill in a dip near a fence, where the ground has been washed away by runoff. Or we’re trying to develop a flowerbed, so we till the soil, put in compost, remove roots, break up clumps, and so on. We have trees and shrubs cut down, because they’re fragile and likely to break in a windstorm or they’re poorly placed and encroaching on our home. Then something else or nothing is planted where they used to be. The work is hard, time-consuming, and even expensive if we hire it out, but the success of our project at least in part depends on it.

It’s to such leveling of our lives, to similar preparation of our hearts, that Advent turns our attention. Both Second Isaiah and John the Baptizer invite us to consider how our lives need to be altered to welcome the Messiah.

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Knowing What Time It Is

“Knowing What Time It Is” Mark 13:24-37 © 12.3.17 Advent 1B by Tom Cheatham at First Presbyterian Church, Amory, MS. All rights reserved.

Sometimes reading parts of the Bible is like being a new member of a family or a fresh addition to a group of old friends. At gatherings, there are all kinds of insider jokes, knowing looks, and code words that we have to be initiated into. Somebody at the Thanksgiving table says about a recent event: “Yeah, that was just like last Christmas,” and we have no idea what’s being talked about. Or a single word provokes laughter, and you or I sit there wondering what we missed. Seeing our distress, some kind soul explains it, and suddenly we’re more a part of the in crowd.

Trying to understand apocalyptic literature is an especially difficult outsider experience. The name of this kind of material comes from a Greek word that means “unveiling,” as at the end of an old-fashioned wedding when the bride’s veil is lifted for the kiss. It can also be translated “revealing,” as in what God does in letting people know what he’s up to. The technical name of the book we call “Revelation” is “The Apocalypse of John.” And the section of Mark we heard is usually called “the Little Apocalypse.”

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“Some Little Word”

“‘Some Little Word’” Matthew 25:31-46 Christ the King A © 11.26.17 by Tom Cheatham at First Presbyterian Church, Amory, MS. All rights reserved.

At this great remove, I don’t remember his name, but I’ll never forget what he said. We were talking during a break at one of the college conferences I regularly attended as a campus minister, and this student from Tennessee observed that what he and others his age wanted from life was something worthwhile to which to give their time and energy.

I guess his words struck me and stuck with me so because the theme of my life has also been that I want to do something that matters. And isn’t that what we all desire? To do something, to be someone, that matters. We’d like to know that something we said or did made a positive difference.

Tom Long, the renowned professor and preacher, observes that “some churchgoers are satisfied with feel-good Christianity, but…many Christians…yearn for a more costly, demanding, life-changing discipleship.” We want to be involved in a cause that matters, to be called to sacrifice and to spiritual disciplines, to be challenged to give deeply of ourselves. Then we can look in the mirror or come to the end of our lives and know our days have been spent in worthwhile pursuits.

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A Community of Stewards

“A Community of Stewards” Haggai 1:1-2:9; 2 Corinthians 9:1-15; Matthew 25:14-30 © 11.19.17 by Tom Cheatham at First Presbyterian Church, Amory, MS. All rights reserved.

Last week, at the congregational meeting, you heard discouraging news. In light of an expected shortfall in income for 2018, the session had passed a budget with a number of cuts. Some of them had been recommended by the budget team, others by members of the council. And even with the reductions, we may still not come out in the black. Add to the budget woes the fact that due to deaths, as well as families and individuals joining elsewhere, our roll at the end of 2016 showed 68 active members, after years of hovering around 80. That was a trend that began in 2015, with 73 at the end of that year. Worship attendance has declined from an average of 50 in 2013 (a figure that included Christmas and Easter) to 39 for the first half of this year.

Having said all that, it’s important that we get a little perspective. First, we’ve been here before. At the end of 2005, according to the official statistical report, membership was 62, though average attendance was almost 50, which again included Easter and Christmas. Yes, the budget for 2018 is lower than this year’s, but since 2003, the figures have fluctuated from a high income of $91,881 in 2013 to a low of $76,560 in 2008. Second, we received six wonderful youth in the confirmation class this year, and the youth group will soon get going again. Third, the percentage in attendance at worship is actually about what is typical for a small church, around 50%. Larger churches, like the one I had in KY, do well if a third of their members come on a Sunday. Finally, I have complete confidence that you—session and members alike—will meet the challenge of the coming year. You always have or you wouldn’t have been in this place for 113 years and counting.

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