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Disturbing the Universe

by Philip Yancey

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Unlike most people, I do not feel much Dickensian nostalgia at Christmastime. The holiday fell just a few days after my father died early in my childhood, and all my memories of the season are darkened by the shadow of that sadness. For this reason, perhaps, I am rarely stirred by the sight of manger scenes and tinseled trees. Yet, more and more, Christmas has enlarged in meaning for me, primarily as an answer to my doubts, as evidence of the Creator who exults in life and beauty.

In Christmas, the material world and the invisible world come together. If you read the Bible alongside a Civilization 101 textbook, you will see how seldom that happens. The textbook dwells on the glories of ancient Egypt and the pyramids; the book of Exodus mentions the names of two Hebrew midwives but neglects to identify the pharaoh. The textbook honors the contributions from Greece and Rome; the Bible contains a few scant references, mostly negative, and treats great civilizations as mere background static for God’s work among the Jews.

Yet on Jesus the two books agree. And with each online calendar reminder, the flashing date implicitly acknowledges what the Gospels and the history books both affirm: whatever you may believe about it, the birth of Jesus was so important that it split history into two parts. Everything that has ever happened on this planet falls into a category of before Christ or after Christ.

In the cold, in the dark, among the wrinkled hills of Bethlehem, God who knows no before or after, entered time and space. One who knows no boundaries at all took them on: the shocking confines of a baby’s skin, the ominous restraints of mortality. “He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation,” an apostle would later say; “He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.” (Col. 1:15, 17) But the few eyewitnesses on Christmas night saw none of that. They saw an infant struggling to work never-before-used lungs.

Why did Jesus come to earth? Theologians tend to answer that question from the human perspective: He came to show us what God is like, to show us what a human being should be like, to lay down his life as a sacrifice. I cannot help thinking, though, that Incarnation had meaning in other, cosmic ways.

God loves matter. You can read God’s signature everywhere: rocks that crack open to reveal delicate crystals, the clouds swirling around Venus, the fecundity of the oceans (home to 90 percent of all living things). Clearly, according to Genesis, the act of creation gave God pleasure.

Yet creation also introduced a gulf between God and humans, a gulf that can be sensed all through the Old Testament. Moses, David, Jeremiah, and others who boldly wrestled with the Almighty, flung this accusation to the heavens: “Lord, you don’t know what it’s like down here!” Job was most blunt: “Do you have eyes of flesh? Do you see as a mortal sees?” (Job 10: 4-5)

They had a point, a point God underscored with the decision to visit planet Earth. Choosing words that astonish, the author of Hebrews reflects on Jesus’ life as a time when he “learned obedience,” “was made perfect,” and became a “sympathetic” high priest. There is only one way to learn sympathy, as signified by the Greek roots of the word sym pathos, “to feel or suffer with.”

Of the many reasons for Incarnation, surely one was to answer Job’s accusation. Do you have eyes of flesh? Yes, indeed.

I, a citizen of the visible world, know well the struggle involved in clinging to belief in another, invisible world. Christmas turns the tables and hints at the struggle involved when the Lord of both worlds descends to live by the rules of the one.

In Bethlehem, the two worlds came together, realigned; what Jesus went on to accomplish on planet Earth made it possible for God someday to resolve all disharmonies in both worlds. No wonder a choir of angels broke out in spontaneous song, disturbing not only a few shepherds but the entire universe.

Adapted from Finding God in Unexpected Places

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Discussion

  1. LaVerna Fountain Avatar

    You continually help me to see her another piece of God. The kaleidoscope of His presence still amazes me. From introducing me to Defiant Hope, which has guided me for decades, to today’s message which ironically focuses my mind on God’s love of matter. The cosmo. The human experience (happy and sad). The unanswered questions. God In all. Thank you.

  2. Laurie A Tuholski Avatar
    Laurie A Tuholski

    Such a mix of pain and joy at Christmastime for me, like no other. I myself have not had any tragic losses at Christmastime, but I have had much tragedy and loss in my life. I had it almost ‘perfect’ as far as my dream of a family around the Christmas tree, and then lost it, when I lost my husband to mental illness and alcoholism. I am now a single mother raising two children of my own, in the way life is ‘not supposed to be’ like so many others out there. But it is a good life, a blessed life now. I have two healthy happy children, supportive extended family who live nearby, I own my own home and have a rewarding career. I have friends that I treasure, even a boyfriend who is also a single parent and understands some of my struggle. And yet, at Christmastime and other “family” rich times, I find myself entering a small “pity party” that is all my own. I find myself rejoicing, and the next moment, weeping with heartache for the picture I so wanted and don’t understand why God allowed to be taken from me. Over 3 years later being on my own and I still grieve I suppose. The interesting part is, when I was living in the midst of one crises after another, I turned to God and found the joy. Now that life is manageable, and rich with blessings, I can’t see it–the joy of Christ. I can’t feel it. I go to church (even when virtual), I have been reading my daily verses and trying to connect in a little prayer, and yet, struggle to re-connect. I just read from the 2003 version of “God’s Celebrating Grace — 365 Day Brighteners” (which I have owned and read from for years) and an exerpt from Philip Yancey for Dec 28th–one I’m sure I’ve seen before but never really “read” before–spoke to me. It asked the questions I didn’t know I had. It brought me to immediately google, hungry for more answers. And I read the Christmas day post, which I connected to immediately (that and the poem “Bells Across the Snow” by Frances Ridley Havergal which I read yesterday). Thank you to you, Philip. Thank you for your bravery to ask the questions aloud, and share the good news to the world. I am just now reading some of your work and may I find the answers, or at least “feel” the answers through the words I most need. God Bless all of You. May you find the joy in Jesus…

  3. suleman john Avatar
    suleman john

    “Christmas turns the tables and hints at the struggle involved when the Lord of both worlds descends to live by the rules of the one.”

    This gave me goosebumps. Thank so much, as always, for writing sir Philip Yancy. Love from Pakistan. Merry Christmas!

  4. Gretchen Wollert Avatar

    Thankyou! You remain my favorite author as no one else I have read imbeds so much thought and wisdom into such honest expressions and images of God. And that is truly beautiful!

  5. Sr. Sandra Sears CSBC Avatar

    Hi Philip. Thank you for your message. I’ve been dwelling for a long time on the effect that a baby can have on us, in contrast to imposition of power play. That vulnerability speaks to our own, and I find that that’s the most compelling thing about the Christmas story. So here’s a poem called ‘Unprepared’.
    We prepared for your coming,
    with fireworks – a veritable
    sky-show –
    military brass bands befitting a
    king and mighty warrior,
    a podium festooned with
    bunting,
    and well rehearsed speeches.
    But our fireworks were
    reduced to a single star
    and a flickering lamp
    throwing up beastly shadows
    on a stable wall,
    and our fanfares drowned out by the cries of a young woman,
    a child giving birth to a child,
    bunting stripped away in preference for straw,
    and dignitaries upstaged by a motley crew of sheep herders;
    And our speeches?
    Our fine, eloquent speeches reduced to “Oohs,” and “Aahs. “
    And somewhere in our silly, soppy defencelessness
    you made yourself at home.
    Sr. Sandra Sears CSBC 2010

    1. Philip Yancey Avatar
      Philip Yancey

      Very nice. I once heard the Incarnation described as “fireworks in reverse”: glorious light condensed into an ordinary paper package.

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37 thoughts on “Disturbing the Universe”

  1. You continually help me to see her another piece of God. The kaleidoscope of His presence still amazes me. From introducing me to Defiant Hope, which has guided me for decades, to today’s message which ironically focuses my mind on God’s love of matter. The cosmo. The human experience (happy and sad). The unanswered questions. God In all. Thank you.

    Reply
  2. Such a mix of pain and joy at Christmastime for me, like no other. I myself have not had any tragic losses at Christmastime, but I have had much tragedy and loss in my life. I had it almost ‘perfect’ as far as my dream of a family around the Christmas tree, and then lost it, when I lost my husband to mental illness and alcoholism. I am now a single mother raising two children of my own, in the way life is ‘not supposed to be’ like so many others out there. But it is a good life, a blessed life now. I have two healthy happy children, supportive extended family who live nearby, I own my own home and have a rewarding career. I have friends that I treasure, even a boyfriend who is also a single parent and understands some of my struggle. And yet, at Christmastime and other “family” rich times, I find myself entering a small “pity party” that is all my own. I find myself rejoicing, and the next moment, weeping with heartache for the picture I so wanted and don’t understand why God allowed to be taken from me. Over 3 years later being on my own and I still grieve I suppose. The interesting part is, when I was living in the midst of one crises after another, I turned to God and found the joy. Now that life is manageable, and rich with blessings, I can’t see it–the joy of Christ. I can’t feel it. I go to church (even when virtual), I have been reading my daily verses and trying to connect in a little prayer, and yet, struggle to re-connect. I just read from the 2003 version of “God’s Celebrating Grace — 365 Day Brighteners” (which I have owned and read from for years) and an exerpt from Philip Yancey for Dec 28th–one I’m sure I’ve seen before but never really “read” before–spoke to me. It asked the questions I didn’t know I had. It brought me to immediately google, hungry for more answers. And I read the Christmas day post, which I connected to immediately (that and the poem “Bells Across the Snow” by Frances Ridley Havergal which I read yesterday). Thank you to you, Philip. Thank you for your bravery to ask the questions aloud, and share the good news to the world. I am just now reading some of your work and may I find the answers, or at least “feel” the answers through the words I most need. God Bless all of You. May you find the joy in Jesus…

    Reply
  3. “Christmas turns the tables and hints at the struggle involved when the Lord of both worlds descends to live by the rules of the one.”

    This gave me goosebumps. Thank so much, as always, for writing sir Philip Yancy. Love from Pakistan. Merry Christmas!

    Reply
  4. Hi Philip. Thank you for your message. I’ve been dwelling for a long time on the effect that a baby can have on us, in contrast to imposition of power play. That vulnerability speaks to our own, and I find that that’s the most compelling thing about the Christmas story. So here’s a poem called ‘Unprepared’.
    We prepared for your coming,
    with fireworks – a veritable
    sky-show –
    military brass bands befitting a
    king and mighty warrior,
    a podium festooned with
    bunting,
    and well rehearsed speeches.
    But our fireworks were
    reduced to a single star
    and a flickering lamp
    throwing up beastly shadows
    on a stable wall,
    and our fanfares drowned out by the cries of a young woman,
    a child giving birth to a child,
    bunting stripped away in preference for straw,
    and dignitaries upstaged by a motley crew of sheep herders;
    And our speeches?
    Our fine, eloquent speeches reduced to “Oohs,” and “Aahs. “
    And somewhere in our silly, soppy defencelessness
    you made yourself at home.
    Sr. Sandra Sears CSBC 2010

    Reply

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