Nativity
of Our Lord
What can we say on this holy day? What words measure up to the mystery
that is celebrated in this holy Mass?
What rhetoric could match the truly awesome gift that we celebrate
tonight: Emmanuel, God-with-us, a God who loves us so much that He sends His Only-Begotten
Son? There are no words. There is but silent adoration.
Not
even the Gloria, the song of angels, quite does this celebration justice. Their words, while fitting praise of
God, pale in comparison to the mystery of the Word-made-flesh who dwelt among
us. That God should marry to
Himself a human nature, never to divorce it from Him for all eternity, is a
gift which can only be properly praised with silence.
How
struck with awe the shepherds must have been when they approached the Christ
Child! After taking in wonderment
about the angels singing in the heavens, I can see them approach the Blessed Virgin
Mary and Joseph, and the little child, and just stop and kneel down and look
with love on the Face of Love Himself.
Words fail in the presence of the Divine Word. Who could have guessed, though it was foretold by all the
prophets, that God, from whom the Israelites shrank back when He appeared to
them in fire on Mount Sinai, would reveal His presence in our human
nature?
This
silence in the awesome presence of God is not a vacuum of sound. It is, instead, the active presence of
the raising of hearts to the Lord in a way that not even the human voice can
make known, but only our souls can share in the power of the Holy Spirit, with
inexpressible groanings, love for Love Himself. This silence is not an absence, but is a presence. It is a power that is expressed as the
union of God and His People is achieved in a marvelous new way.
In
this active silence nothing else matters, only Him. All the cares of the world are irrelevant not because they
have no importance, but because all things that are important are only
important in Him.
And
in this Mass, as in every Mass, Jesus Christ, the Divine Word, Son of the
Eternal Father, chooses to become flesh, and give that flesh to us in the Eucharist. In this Mass, as in every Mass, we have
the chance to come before our ever-living God, who, “in times past, spoke in
partial and various ways, but in these last days he spoken to us through the
Son.” Not in a pillar of fire, or
trumpets, or thunder, as on Mount Sinai, but under the appearance of a
host. And as that mystery takes
place, we, like the shepherds, kneel down in adoration. We respond to the Mystery of Faith, but
our words do not fully express what just happened, as Christ is made present
for us again in the angelic bread, the panis
angelicus, a food though
which is not for angels, but in which Jesus joins Himself to us humans in one
of the most intimate unions that exists in all the universe.
And
because of this, and especially on this holy night/day, in order to honor the
mystery made present, there are special vestments, a precious chalice, smoke
rises before God as the sign of our prayers, and the spoken word does not even
seem quite fitting so those words are sung as an expression of our joy. All of these are ways, including your
presence here, that the holiness of the mystery is expressed.
But
this mystery is not meant to be kept to ourselves. After kneeling in adoration we are meant to fulfill the
words of the prophet Isaiah, “How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of
him who brings glad tidings.” The
mystery is not a secret, but a proclamation of joy to a sorrowful world; a
proclamation of hope to people in despair; a proclamation of light to the
people who walk in darkness. This
mystery of Christmas begs us to conform our lives to it, and to spread it to
others. If God loves us so much
that He would join a human nature to Himself in Jesus, then what should we not
give in return for that love? What
part of our lives is off-limits to the God who spared nothing for us?
Let
us keep our hearts silent and focused only on Jesus in adoration as we
celebrate these sacred mysteries.
For in the Eucharist, as when Jesus was born, Christ our God to earth
descends now, our full homage to demand.