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Jesus’ not so Christmas message. ‘don’t remember me at Christmas’ (2 min read)
Using her connection to Jesus, Rachael channels a message from Jesuswhich realigns us to the true message of his life, rather than his birth.
I’d meant to bring you this message earlier but for a whole host of reasons, mainly linked to the last blog, it hasn’t happened.
And that’s perfect. Because I feel drawn to give it now so it must be the right time.
I’ve seen a lot of talk about where is Jesus in Christmas recently. And that saddens me, but not for the obvious reasons.
This season has always been celebrated and was only associated with Christ from about the 4th Century. It was the main pagan festival of the year ( you may have heard of a little place called Stone Henge 😉 ) and even the Christian church originally associated this with the Feminine; St Anastasia originally being celebrated on December 25th. So where was Jesus for the 8000 years preceding his birth I suppose is an equally good question. (I have a blog from the Divine Feminine at this of year here if you would like an alternative view!)
But the main reasons this is so saddening to my heart is because he never has and never wanted to be celebrated with riches and feasting, nor does he want to be remembered once a year. And certainly not for something as simple as his birth; beautiful even though the story of Christmas maybe.
Jesus of Nazareth was a humble man. Of humble origins. He asks those that follow him to let go of materialism. And believe me, the excess that is associated with Christmas has long been associated with it. It was a great feast, huge revelry was had, partly to get you through the massive hump that is Winter (you know. That Wednesday feeling!).
He did not live richly. He moved from town to town preaching and healing most likely on foot. Likely sleeping in the wilderness on a regular basis. As his cousin John lived in fact. Believing that alone, in nature with no distractions of average life they would be closer to God. And this of course would have had the desired effect.
This is in fact the last feast day Jesus would want to be associated with.
So instead Jesus asks you this;
‘why don’t you see me? You see a baby born in a manger in the middle East, but you don’t see a Syrian child birthed into a war zone or on the run from it.
You see a gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. But yet you don’t see the wealth over flowing in your own life and still want for more.
You see the very angels themselves honouring this child, but you don’t honour your own children. They fly under the radar, unnurtured in your busy world.
The humblest of men were called to honour me at birth and throughout my life; I chose them to spread my word. Yet the humblest of you, who work in care homes, clean fast food trays and deliver your parcels are treated with distain, contempt and are unnoticed. Yet you make this modern world go round.
So don’t ask this Christmas where I am. I was never intended to be worshipped in a cradle.
Instead, look for me all the year through. And yes, particularly on these cold nights.
Look for me in the foreign worker packing your parcels or brewing your coffee. Where there is joy in real work.
Look for me in the children at your knee and the children neglected in your own cities and across the globe. Where awe and wonder still live and hope for a better life still exists.
Look for me in the staff at the soup kitchens and in the carers; young, old, employed and those who volunteer. Look for me in those that do my work and don’t just preach it.
Look for me as I lay with my brothers and sisters in doorways with my hand outstretched or with my sleeping bag pulled over my head. Look for me and see me. Really see me and the message I bring all year around.
And don’t forget to see me in the eyes of the drunk singing Christmas carols for his pennies. For there you’ll find me smiling at the irony of it all 😉
Till you think of me next Christmas . . . ‘
Jesus x
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