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Texts of the Readings
December
21, 2008
Fourth Sunday of Advent (B)
by David J. Shea
2 Sam 7:1-5,8b-12,14a,16
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Ps 89:2-5,27,29
X Rom 16:25-27
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Lk 1:26-38
If
she was going to be a girl, we wanted to call her Jennifer. And from the
first moment we set eyes upon her, we knew that life would never be the same
again. We had this vision that shed frolic like a dancer wherever she went;
shed chase after raindrops during a summer shower trying to catch them in
the palms of her hands, and shed bring joy and love to our lives. She
didnt disappoint us.
I
remember that Christmas when she was five. For the first time ever, mom put
her hair up in rollers, and by morning her blonde hair was so prettyit was
pulled back and her curls were tied with a red bow. Her mom made her a
special dress; it was floor-length and was made from a Christmas patterned
material. She wore a white pinafore over the dress and had black patten
leather shoes. She looked like Shirley Temple and I couldnt stop looking at
her.
When Id travel on business and was gone for a few days, every time Id walk
in the house thered be this great homecoming. Shed jump in my arms and
make me feel like a million dollars.
She
grew up so fast. By the time she was in fifth grade, she wanted to go to the
Roller Rink on Saturday mornings. Its where all her friends hung out. She
couldnt rent roller skates. She had to have her own; the white ones with
the big bright pom poms. The Roller Rink is where she celebrated her 11th
birthday. The DJ announced that, Today is Jennifers birthday, and she
skated around the floor in a cool pair of Jordache Jeans, the dark ones with
the designs on the back pockets, as the overhead disco glitter ball traced
circles of lights all around the rink.
She
loved to sing and one of her favorite groups was the Go-Gos. She and her
closest friend would play those big record albums, put on eye shadow, even
though they werent allowed to wear makeup, wear a bunch of bangle
bracelets, and pull their hair back in side-pony tails. Then theyd stand on
the bed, use hair brushes for microphones, and pretend to be the band
performing, We got the beat!
Little girls are wonderful; pretty, flirtatious, innocent, and so hard to
say No toDaddy, can I please? God borrows from many creatures to make
a little girlHe uses the song of a bird, the squeal of a pig, the antics of
a monkey, the spryness of a grasshopper, the curiosity of a cat, the slyness
of a fox, and the softness of a kitten.
Was Mary ever like
that? How much was she like Jennifer? When the angel came to her, she was
still a young girl, until . . . until life slammed on the brakes and a young
girl became a woman. One moment a young girl sits on the edge of her bed
dreaming about her future and the next she asked to bear Gods sonMary,
you are favored by God. You will conceive a child; he will be Gods child
and your child. What do you say? And for a few moments God waited for a
young girl to respond. What could have possibly been going through her head?
She must have had a hundred questions, but . . . she asked only one. She had
to be afraid of what this would mean for her, her family, her future
husbandit would turn her life upside down and it would be embarrassing and
shameful. There would be fingers pointed at her and even her best friends
would talk about her behind her back. Could we just wait for awhile . . .
please? She wondered and pondered . . . but not for long. If this is what
God wants, Ill do it. Yes. And suddenly what was beyond all understanding,
what was beyond all expectations, happens. God becomes a human baby. What
everyone thought God might have done is not what God decided
to do. A young girl is asked if shed be willing to carry God in her body
and in an incredible act of faith, Mary says, Yes! Even for holy people,
faith in God is not easy.
Is
there anyone who doesnt struggle in doubt, and even fear, when it comes to
trying to figure out Gods will for us?the risk of believing that God has
some specific plan for us; that something special, maybe even something
magnificent, can be made of our ordinary lives? Its so hard to believe that
we each have a role in Gods plan. God, make your will known to me . . .
please! But dont make it too challenging; dont make it too disruptive. I
want to do your will but I want to go on with my life just the way it is.
So often we cant bring ourselves to utter those words, May your
will be done.
We
all claim to have faith, but are we willing to act on that faith?
Theres a big difference. And for most of us thats always been the problem.
When the angel posed that fateful question, Mary agreed and . . . she
trusted. Its like standing at the threshold of a partially opened door.
Thats our trust dilemma. God is inviting us to cross the threshold to the
other side. But the problem is we cant see whats on the other side. Before
we make a commitment, before we take a step, we want every question
answered; all the ifs, ands, and buts sorted out in advance we need a
confirming email that were doing what God wants us to do, and we insist on
MapQuest directions and want a GPS thrown in for good measure. And if we
dont get all of that, well, then were not going throughno way!
A
young girl taught us that we have to make room for God in our lives and
trust, trust that Hell take care of us on the other side with whatever
awaits us; that Hell be a part of whatever happens next. A young girl
taught us that God acts in an imperfect world of pain and misunderstanding,
in a messy present and an uncertain future. And just as He did so long ago,
God is inviting us to bring His son into our world; Hes asking us to bring
His holiness, His peace, His mercy, and His will into our world. And just as
God waited for Mary to answer, He waits for usminutes, hours, and even
years. For some of us Hes waited a long time. Maybe this Christmas well
all be able to answer, Yes!
Resources:
Thanks to Fr. Jim
Wallace for the inspiration in his homily, Dream Along with God. Wallace,
James A., Robert P. Waznak, and Guerric DeBona. Lift Up Your Hearts,
Homilies and Reflections for the B Cycle. New York: Paulist Press,
2006.
Buetow, Harold A.
All Things Made New, Homily Reflections for Sundays and Holy Days, Cycle
B. Staten Island: Alba House, 1996.
Taylor, Barbara
Brown. Home By Another Way. Cambridge: Cowley Publications, 1999.
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