Peace Tower on Earth, Good Will to All People

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A Tower Called Peace

 

At the center of Parliament Hill stands

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A tower that someone named Peace

 

A Maple Leaf flag flies above this tower

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The symbol of a nation called Village

 

This Village is a colorful and orderly mess

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Of all kinds, pieces from all over making a mosaic

 

Trying for harmony, we hit some off notes

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As we struggle to read a score half-written

 

This village has its bad days and hits rough patches

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Despite its “Sorry” reputation

 

And this Village has its dark bits, closeted skeletons

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Of racism, violence, injustice, greed

 

As with any village, perfection is illusory

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An ideal unreachable as we reach from the real

 

Yet there stands that Tower someone called Peace

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Maybe not as a boast, maybe as a prophecy

 

Not a prophecy as in “fortune” like in a cookie

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But prophecy as a Voice of one crying in the wilderness

 

A Voice speaking truth to the Village

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Saying, “To claim peace you must first be peace”

 

Perhaps that Tower towers over the Village

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As a marker to make Peace impossible to forget

 

When everything but Peace seems to rule the day

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The Tower seems to say, “Pay attention.”

 

“Stay frosty, Village. Keep keen and sharp as blades.”

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“Peace isn’t easy, or cheap, or postcard material.”

 

Peace only comes after the battle, after bloodshed

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And Peace, truly, takes a Village

 

Everyone, everywhere, every day, every moment

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Fighting to be harmony in a discordant world

 

On Parliament Hill is a Tower called Peace

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In a big World that needs a little Village

 

To help it know: Peace on earth, good will to all people

 

 

  • Ronald Kok, December 2018

 

A Year of Creating Dangerously, Day 356: Christmas in Masterpieces, Part 5

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Fear, anxiety, murderous rage – these are not the emotions we normally associate with Christmas. Of course, that could describe your holiday family get-together for all I know…

This is the season when “Joy” and “Peace” dominate the decorations. We associate words like wonder and glory and adoration and love and family with Christmas. It is right that we should do so. At its core the story is of God the Father who cares so much for his world, his creation, that he sends his only Son to us to save us. This alone should cause great praise and joyful songs to spring from us (as it has done over the centuries). But also attached to  the Christmas story are themes like faithfulness, sacrifice, generosity and hope – themes that can be celebrated by the believer or non-believer alike.

However, the great weight of our celebrations hang on a partial reading of the full Christmas story.  For Christians there are the weeks leading up to the big day, a season called Advent, in which readings from the Old Testament prophets remind us of the time of waiting and anticipating the coming Messiah. Then, of course, come the pre-Christmas Day moments – the Annunciation when Mary is told she’ll be with child, the dream of Joseph telling him to marry her, the journey to Bethlehem – all important aspects of our view of the holiday story. We’ve come to include the Magi at the stable along with the shepherds, though it is now believed that those visitors from the east came along likely two to three years after the famous birthday.

For the most part, the above elements (plus the famed heavenly host) make up the characters and circumstances of the very familiar Christmas story. But that is not where the biblical narrative ends. In fact, the story continues in a chilling and violent direction. No one would ever put “Danger” and “Death” in their Christmas decorations (unless you are seriously disturbed) but that is exactly how this great story of the beginning of the life of Christ ends.

Today, to finish my series on Christmas in masterpieces, I present two works that wrap up the story. The first is Flight to Egypt by Goossen van der Weyden (c. 1516) and the second is The Massacre of the Innocents by Pieter Bruegel

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Goossen van der Weyden, Flight to Egypt, c. 1516

The threat of imminent danger is the driving force behind Joseph and Mary packing up their belongings and taking their child to safety in Egypt. In the story, Joseph is warned by an angel in a dream to leave Bethlehem, as King Herod was seeking their son in order to kill him. This reality of their story makes the Holy Family the most famous refugees in history, forced to flee their home and loved ones. This painting by van der Weyden is one of two panels of an altarpiece which found a home eventually in the National Gallery in London. There is not much of desperation or fear in this painting, at least not on the initial viewing. It seems too pastoral and colorful, the look on Mary’s face too serene, to pass for an image of refugees fleeing possible death. We have seen the faces of refugees in our news – exhausted, emotionally overwrought, eyes filled with anxiety. Here we see what passes for a pleasant journey on a beautiful day.

There is, however, the “massacre of the innocents” happening in the distance, the very event the family flees from: Herod had ordered his death squads to Bethlehem to kill all boy children two years old and younger. This horrific element of the story is a tiny detail in the background of this work. The artist has chosen to focus on Mary and the child, perched atop a friendly-looking donkey.

The profound imagery for me in this painting is that of the Christ child nursing at Mary’s breast. Today we have such a squeamish attitude towards women nursing their babies in public, and outrage follows the slightest hint of a bare breast in public viewing (i.e. the “wardrobe malfunction” of a Super Bowl half-time show past), that the presentation here of both strikes me as instructional to the paradox of our prudish yet permissive society. The artist pictures it here in very realistic terms for a painting done in 1516. It is a mother tending to her vulnerable child, completely in need of assistance for all things from his parents. Anyone who has cared for a newborn, be they the parents or not, knows that those little bundles of pooping, crying and eating are maybe the most helpless of all the young in the animal kingdom.

Vulnerability – herein lies the core of this painting and the somewhat secret core of this part of the Christmas story. We are told that an angel came in a dream to Joseph, but no angel armies come to protect the Son of God. He is the one in desperate need in this painting, and, as with all newborns, has no clue that he has that desperation to begin with. The idea of God as a fragile, dependent baby is often overlooked in our ideas of Christmas. This thought is outrageous, maybe even blasphemous in the perspective of some people. The Father chooses to place his only Son in the care of weak people in the midst of awful circumstances, where any misstep could mean a violent death.

This message, then, points to the reality of the life of Jesus, and the reality of his sacrificial death. Jesus came to weak people in the midst awful circumstances (the Jews under the oppression of the Roman Empire) and he set out to fulfill his purpose and his mission, where each step he took brought him closer and closer to his own death. No matter how pastoral or colorful we try to picture the life of Jesus Christ, at its core is the God who made himself vulnerable and offered himself up to die.

That whole idea doesn’t sound very much like Christmas to most folks. But without the fragility, without the immense sacrifice and burden of sin and the specter of death, there is no Good News. There would simply be a cute story. And this story is far from cute.

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Pieter Bruegel, The Massacre of the Innocents, c. 1565-67

The Massacre of the Innocents is a very common theme in the history of Western art. There are many, many versions of the scene, some extremely graphic with the bodies of murdered little boys on display. For my purposes I have chosen to go back to Pieter Bruegel. This week I showed you his painting, similar to this one, of Mary and Joseph arriving in Bethlehem for the census. It was another bird’s-eye view of a European town full of people. In the previous painting, it was full of normal human activity, fun and business alike. In this one, there is much human activity as well, but it is fraught with fear and horrific events.

It takes a moment to realize what you are seeing. But a scanning of this work brings revulsion and a deep sadness. Unfortunately, our world, our history, our present still gives us images like this. There are truly horrifying things going on here, no more so than the casual killing of children by a group of soldiers in a circle. Parents weep, plead and beg. Children lie dead in the snow, hang limp in a soldier’s hand or across their mother’s lap. Soldiers break down doors, chase a mother fleeing with their child in her arms, look on impassively as sorrow and blood flow all around them. One soldier, in an ultimate symbol of disregard for the suffering around him, urinates on the side of a building.

Bruegel pictured this in a very contemporary setting for him and his viewers: a simple Dutch village in the depth of winter. He also gives the soldiers a very modern feel by making them Spanish, along with German mercenaries. This is the Massacre of Innocents as a prelude to the Dutch Revolt against Spanish rule, also known as the Eighty-Years War. For Bruegel and so many of his countrymen, the murderous rampage of soldiers by order of the despot Herod was not some strange event from centuries past; they were living that reality.

But how could this tragic and violent scene wrap up the Christmas narrative? What begins as the hope of a life foretold for centuries ends with young lives cut short, fear, horror, bloodshed, grief. The prophet Isaiah had written that the Messiah would be called “the Prince of Peace”; the angels who came to those shepherds outside Bethlehem had also proclaimed “peace on earth” and “goodwill” to all.

A merry Christmas? There is a good reason that this part of the narrative doesn’t make its way in to our lore, our decorations, our songs of the season. But it is a shame that it is not remembered the way it once was. The power of evil is great in our world, and all attempts to white-wash it are in vain. This painting was victim to a form of censorship itself as the bloody elements and the dead children were painted over, making it look like soldiers were ransacking a village for food instead of killing innocents. This censorship was ordered by the powerful, of course – in this case the Holy Roman Emperor, Rudolph II, who objected to the content of the painting. But restoration has revealed its true content, evil wasn’t allowed to stay covered up.

We do not like this aspect of the story making its way into our jolly holiday. It is an intrusion of painful reality into our escape from it. But the story will not go away. I believe it is preserved, among other reasons, for the simple fact that it displays the deep depravity of human hearts, the awfulness of a world that is wrong, and the desperate need for a Savior, not only to save us but to give us a pattern for right living, for knowing peace and acting on its behalf.

Of all things, Christmas should not be a time for white-washing over wrong. It is a time to acknowledge that we are far from peace on earth, far from goodwill to all people. Is God to blame for this? Has his plan failed? Or are we living as part of that plan, that ongoing plan, to claim the good and live for it, to speak and act in peace, to use each day of our lives for mercy and forgiveness and love to define us?

Only you and I can answer that. Know that a Christmas can only be truly merry when it is merry for all. Christ came not to rule the world and drive out despots. He came to rule in our hearts and drive out the despair that lives there. Ultimately, that is the reason for the season and the driving force of this opening chapter that is the Gospel, the Good News.

 

A Year of Creating Dangerously, 355: Christmas in Masterpieces, Part 4

 

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The Nativity Scene – A ubiquitous part of our Christmas lore, a common decoration and motif in and outside our homes, a source of controversy at times, and an undeniably sweet and homey image that never fails to draw us into the spirit of the season. We recreate them as live scenes, we satirize them in memes, we see them everywhere in the days leading up to December 25.

Today in part 4 of my series of Christmas in masterpieces, we take a look at two very different scenes of the most famous stable in history. The first is The Adoration of the Shepherds by El Greco (1612-1614) and the second is Dream of Joseph by Rembrandt (1645).

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El Greco, The Adoration of the Shepherds, 1612-1614

The Spanish master El Greco was known for his elongated figures and dramatic use of shadow and light. His lines are on the move in this painting, making the whole piece pulsate with life. I am struck by the ragged look of the shepherds, barefoot with beat up items of clothing to cover them, looking very much like the lower-rungs of society that they were in Jesus’ day. The shepherds have become such a cutesy part of our Nativity scenes and Christmas plays that we’ve forgotten the scandal of angels coming to them first – first! – with the news of the birth of the God King. These were people considered the trash of their times, uneducated, crass, poor and dirty. Yet they are chosen to be the human heralds of the beginning of the Good News:

When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. – Luke 2: 17-18

The power of this work comes, however, from the explosion of light off the Christ child. We are used to images of Jesus kind of glowing in our Christmas artwork, but here he is fairly blasting light, illuminating what would presumably be a very dark place with his own radiance. Mary shines brightest in this light, of course, but every other figure is given shape and form because of it too, including the strange, little naked cupids floating above.

There is enough of the common imagery of Nativity for us to recognize this scene, but also plenty of elements that remove it from a feeling of the commonplace. That is not altogether a bad thing, of course. We have often made our Nativity scenes so pop culture that we forget the foundation of divinity and miracle that gives it gravitas and a sense of the eternal. This may not be my favorite Nativity scene, but it still serves its purpose to remind me of the power of God becoming a human, of the forever becoming temporal, of the Word becoming flesh.

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Rembrandt, Dream of Joseph, 1645

There is much of the ways of the flesh in Rembrandt’s Christmas masterpiece, that is, in the need we all have for sleep, especially after exhausting experiences. In this scene, an angel is coming to Joseph to give him specific instructions, following on the heels of the visit by the Magi:

When they had gone, an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream. “Get up,” he said, “take the child and his mother and escape to Egypt. Stay there until the I tell you, for Herod is going to search for the child to kill him.” – Matthew 2: 13

The man in question was King Herod, the puppet king set up by the Romans to rule Palestine. When the Magi came to him in Jerusalem, expecting to find there the answer to the star that told them of a newborn king of the Jews, Herod’s own wise men had pointed them to Bethlehem as the place of the Messiah’s birth in prophecy. Since they had left, the shrewd king had stewed in jealous rage, waiting for them to return with news of where to find this child. Whereas the Magi had adoration in their minds, Herod had infanticide in his seething brain.

An angel had told the Magi to go back home on a different route, with no stops at Herod’s place along the way. Then he went to Joseph and the scene depicted here by Dutch master Rembrandt van Rijn.

In the Christmas story, Joseph receives two angel visits in dreams on two separate occasions. The first was back when he discovered that Mary was pregnant before their wedding. Then the angel told a distraught Joseph the news that the Holy Spirit was responsible for her being with child, and to continue with his plans to marry her. The dream pictured here is clearly the second dream, as the surroundings suggest the stable, with the newborn child sleeping, wrapped in those swaddling clothes, lying in manger, with Mary’s comforting embrace around him.

This is a very delightful painting, warm and human as Rembrandt so often communicated his subject matter. He pulls that off despite the presence of an obvious supernatural visitor. You can almost feel the coziness of the place, smell the hay and animal smells, hear the snoring of Joseph, the gentle breathing of a contented but exhausted Mary. To me his stable comes across as the most real and comforting Christmas stable ever depicted in art. It isn’t a frightening, dark place like El Greco’s stable, and it isn’t too otherworldly or artificial, it is just the kind of place you’d imagine these people could bed down in for the night.

Art history is full of images of a radiant Christ child, an adoringly attentive and aging Joseph, and a Mary shining with divine grace. Rembrandt gives us a distinctly earthy Holy Family, a pair of rustic and lower class people grabbing much needed sleep after the birth of their child in extraordinary circumstances. To me, this is a refreshing image that draws me in and makes me want to curl up for some sleep myself, after giving that jovial cow on the right a good pat on the head or two.

Christmas is about so many things that glow from this painting, but the treasure here is the recapturing of the serene and silent moment in time that would one day become spectacle.

Tomorrow is the final day of this series of Christmas in masterpieces, we’ll finish not with glory but with danger and death. If that doesn’t seem very Christmas-like to you, then you’ve not read the Christmas story to its shocking end.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Year of Creating Dangerously, Day 354: Christmas in Masterpieces, Part 3

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Three Wise Men? How about Thirty-three? My series on the Christmas story in masterpieces continues today with Part 3, featuring those most famous Magi.

It is, of course, well known now that these men were the scientists/magicians of their day, not so much Wise as Learned, the scholars and star-gazers who came from a long distance away led by the most famous of all Stars. Most biblical scholars agree, as well, that the Magi likely came to Bethlehem long after the birth of Christ, perhaps even two or three years after the first Christmas. They have traditionally been included in our Nativity scenes and Christmas cards but it is likely they were not around when the shepherds found Mary, Joseph and the baby, lying in a manger. Most likely they gave their extravagant gifts to a toddler instead (which is an even more precious scene, if you think about it).

The two masterpieces I’d like to share with you today have the Wise Men in common but not much else. The first is The Procession of the Magi by Benozzo Gozzoli (1459-1461) and the second is The Adoration of the Magi by Rubens (1609-1610).

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Though not a household name to us today, Gozzoli was prominent enough in his time to be commissioned by the wealthy and influential Medici family to create this fresco for the Palazzo Medici Riccardi in Florence, Italy. We see again a biblical story portrayed for a contemporary audience that would have recognized the clothing, hairstyles, architecture and landscape as very familiar. They might also recognize the faces of the entire Medici clan. As was often the case, the artist put the images of his patrons right into the artwork. In this painting that means not three Magi but thirty-three Magi coming to adore the Christ child. How many verses would the “We Thirty-Three Kings” Christmas carol contain, do you think?

I imagine this inclusion of the Medici clan into the artwork as the Magi made them feel honored and respected, as well as giving them that taste of immortality rich people seem to like, putting their names to arenas and hotels and skyscrapers and other edifices in our day. It was meant to flatter and give praise to the ones who put up the moolah for the painting in the first place. Artists sometimes turned that into a subversive form of protest but here it seems Gozzoli is content to give adoration to the Medici’s as they proceed on their way to the Adoration.

All that aside, there is something about this artwork that reminds me of a fantasy world, some kind of Elf-like realm from The Lord of the Rings perhaps. There is, of course, an ascension that is going on here, as the Magi make their way up to the city where, presumably, the Child King awaits. In fact, just about everything in this painting points up or flows up, giving the viewer the impression of being lifted up themselves. I believe that Gozzoli was attempting to make this entire work an act of adoration, not to the Medici clan, but to God, giving the viewer a chance to ascend in praise. In a way, he’s made his patrons prominent and up front but still made us all, the rich and poor alike, drawn up to the Divine.

Part of the message of the Magi as included in the Christmas narrative is the fact of all nations, all peoples, coming to bow down to Jesus, offering their gifts, whatever that means based on their station in life. This painting welcomes the poor, too, to ascend to meet Christ, the pauper-King, the homeless-at-home in people’s hearts.

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Muscular, powerful, detailed and rich, Peter Paul Rubens knew how to blow the viewer away like few other artists before or since. This composition is like an avalanche of adoration directed at the tiny, shimmering Christ Child. Everything directs your attention to the baby, even the smoke from the torches and the posture of the horses. The animals’ eyes glowing in the light is a favorite detail of mine, especially in the eyes of the camels peering over the crowd. You can almost imagine Rubens laughing out of sheer joy as he added this feature.

Rubens has pictured the Magi in a much more traditional way, at least to Western culture sensibilities. There are three of them and each is given a different ethnicity to emphasize the “all nations” aspect of coming to adore the King of Kings. As I look at it I imagine this image alone must have had a lot to do with our popular idea of the Wise Men. The three gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh mentioned in the Gospel of Matthew are the only reason we’ve come up with the number three. It could’ve been 3, it could’ve been 13, or even thirty-three for all we know.

A fascinating fact about this painting is its role in reconciliation. The town council of Antwerp commissioned Rubens to paint this in 1609, but the piece was given to the Spanish ambassador at the end of a twelve-year war in 1612 as a peace offering.  Later it was acquired by Philip IV of Spain. It seems very appropriate that a painting of the powerful and wealthy coming to adore the humble Prince of Peace should function as a symbol to the end of conflict. It brings to mind one of the most familiar passages read at Christmastime:

Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.”Luke 2: 14

Those words were spoken to the shepherds in the hills outside of Bethlehem, of course. Tomorrow, in part 3 of this series, we’ll include those caretakers of sheep in the Christmas story in masterpieces.

 

A Year of Creating Dangerously, Day 352: Christmas in Masterpieces, Part 1

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One role of art for hundreds of years was to illustrate Bible stories for the illiterate masses who came to church. Artists could make a lot of money gaining a Catholic Church contract and so competition was great. This led to the creation of some amazing works of art in Western culture.

For this week, I want to share with you the Christmas story in masterpieces, two paintings a day for five days. I’ll share with you my take on these works but, hopefully, you’ll also linger with them for a moment. We often can look back on history with a patronizing eye or with a sense of our own advanced superiority. If we take the time to really look and attempt to understand the vision of the Christmas story told from times past, it is amazing how revealing it can be about us and how our human story remains consistent, despite the gap of ages, eras and cultures.

The first two paintings I’ll share today are The Annunciation by Botticelli (1489) and Mary and Joseph on the Way to Bethlehem by Hugo van der Goes (1475)

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Sandro Botticelli, The Annunciation, 1489

Botticelli is best known for his Birth of Venus which is considered his masterwork. The fine details and flowing shapes of The Annunciation are very indicative of his painting. The message he sends through this image is striking. The angel Gabriel is bowing down on one knee to deliver his message to Mary that she will give birth to the Messiah. The look on his face is one of concern and sympathy, giving his phrase “Do not be afraid” a whole different meaning from how it is often interpreted. Mary’s face is particularly beautiful but also shows the emotional sense of resignation and obedience to God.

Botticelli has painted an Italian countryside out the window. This seems only natural as he likely had no idea what the Palestinian countryside would look like. It also causes the viewer of the time to be able to find themselves in the story. Like our modern takes on Shakespearean plays, the contemporary context draws people in and helps them relate it to their own time and place.

My favorite aspect of this painting is the outreached hands, fingertips just inches apart from each other, seemingly soon to touch. That sense of imminent contact creates a tension between the two figures but also a direct connection. It sums up the scene so perfectly in that way; a scene that would have been deeply emotional, joyful but also sad and frightening.

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Hugo van der Goes, Mary and Joseph on the Way to Bethlehem, 1475

I must admit to absolutely loving this piece, which is part of the Portinari Altarpiece, painted by Flemish artist Hugo van der Goes. The landscape and the animals are as much a part of this scene as Mary and Joseph, the typical donkey is followed by a just-visible cow making its way around the large rock formation. The artist has done a wonderful job picturing a concerned Joseph carefully helping his pregnant wife down a slope. She’s presumably not on the donkey because he feels its safer to help her down himself. It is such a beautiful image of care and concern without being overstated.

The colors of this piece are so warm and earthy, again making it easy for the viewer to enter into the scene. I’m not sure if he meant it this way, but the predominance of the large rock formation draws my mind immediately to all the references in scripture of God and Jesus as the Rock:

I love you, O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. – Psalm 18: 1-2

The idea of God as protection, the image of Joseph giving loving care to Mary, the warmth of this whole piece of art radiates so much of the heart of the Christmas message.

Tomorrow, Part 2 of this series that will feature a unique take on the little town of Bethlehem and a dramatic and dynamic Nativity scene.

 

 

A Year of Creating Dangerously, Day 350: Saturday Life Quotes – Christmas!

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Ronald Kok, Our Christmas Stockings 2014, Colored pencil drawing

“At Christmas
A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year;
He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season’s here;
Then he’s thinking more of others than he’s thought the months before,
And the laughter of his children is a joy worth toiling for.
He is less a selfish creature than at any other time;
When the Christmas spirit rules him he comes close to the sublime.”
― Edgar A. Guest

Christmas Day is creeping ever closer. Each of us, truth be told, is somewhere on the Scrooge-to-Will-Ferrell’s-Elf scale when it comes to our feelings about the holiday.  More than any other celebration in the Western world, it brings out the greatest melange of joy, sadness, nostalgia, regret, love, bitterness, peace and conflict. For some, it is indeed the most wonderful time of the year, for others – “Bah! Humbug!”

Today I share an assortment of quotes that include the sublime, the ridiculous, the spiritual, the carnal, the profound and the funny takes on Christmas. Some of these had me laughing out loud, others forced me to think about important things. That, perhaps, sums up my take on Christmas. Enjoy.

“One can never have enough socks,” said Dumbledore. “Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.” ― J.K. RowlingHarry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

“The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.”
― George Carlin

CALVIN: “This whole Santa Claus thing just doesn’t make sense. Why all the secrecy? Why all the mystery? If the guy exists why doesn’t he ever show himself and prove it?
And if he doesn’t exist what’s the meaning of all this?
HOBBES: “I dunno. Isn’t this a religious holiday?”
CALVIN: “Yeah, but actually, I’ve got the same questions about God.”
― Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

“Want to keep Christ in Christmas? Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, forgive the guilty, welcome the unwanted, care for the ill, love your enemies, and do unto others as you would have done unto you.”
― Steve MaraboliUnapologetically You

“Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime.”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder

“In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it ‘Christmas’ and went to church; the Jews called it ‘Hanukkah’ and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say ‘Merry Christmas!’ or ‘Happy Hanukkah!’ or (to the atheists) ‘Look out for the wall!”
― Dave Barry

“The reality of loving God is loving him like he’s a Superhero who actually saved you from stuff rather than a Santa Claus who merely gave you some stuff.”
― Criss JamiKillosophy

“The Supreme Court has ruled that they cannot have a nativity scene in Washington, D.C. This wasn’t for any religious reasons. They couldn’t find three wise men and a virgin.” ― Jay Leno

“Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.”
― Calvin Coolidge

“Yet as I read the birth stories about Jesus I cannot help but conclude that though the world may be tilted toward the rich and powerful, God is tilted toward the underdog.” ― Philip Yancey

“Money’s scarce
Times are hard
Here’s your f#*king
Xmas card”
― Phyllis Diller

“What kind of Christmas present would Jesus ask Santa for?”
― Salman RushdieFury

“Christmas it seems to me is a necessary festival; we require a season when we can regret all the flaws in our human relationships: it is the feast of failure, sad but consoling.”
― Graham GreeneTravels With My Aunt

“Were I a philosopher, I should write a philosophy of toys, showing that nothing else in life need to be taken seriously, and that Christmas Day in the company of children is one of the few occasions on which men become entirely alive.”
― Robert Lynd

“Christmas is built upon a beautiful and intentional paradox; that the birth of the homeless should be celebrated in every home.”
― G.K. ChestertonBrave New Family

“Ever since the Christmas of ’53, I have felt that the yuletide is a special hell for those families who have suffered any loss or who must admit to any imperfection; the so-called spirit of giving can be as greedy as receiving–Christmas is our time to be aware of what we lack, of who’s not home.”
― John IrvingA Prayer for Owen Meany

“It struck him that how you spent Christmas was a message to the world about where you were in life, some indication of how deep a hole you had managed to burrow for yourself.”  ― Nick HornbyAbout a Boy

“O Christmas Sun! What holy task is thine!
To fold a world in the embrace of God!”
― Guy Wetmore Carryl
“If your Birthday is on Christmas day and you’re not Jesus, you should start telling people your birthday is on June 9 or something. Just read up on the traits of a Gemini. Suddenly you’re a multitasker who loves the color yellow. Because not only do you get stuck with the combo gift, you get the combo song. “We wish you a merry Christmas – and happy birthday, Terry – we wish you a merry Christmas – happy birthday, Terry – we wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Ye – Birthday, Terry!”
― Ellen DeGeneresSeriously… I’m Kidding
“I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month.” ― Harlan Miller
“To perceive Christmas through its wrapping becomes more difficult with every year.”
― E.B. White
“Except the Christ be born again tonight
In dreams of all men, saints and sons of shame,
The world will never see his kingdom bright.”
― Vachel Lindsay

“There has been only one Christmas — the rest are anniversaries.”
― W.J. Cameron

A Year of Creating Dangerously, Day 348: Earth Discovered Heaven

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A poem I wrote for Christmas 2016…

Earth Discovered Heaven: a Christmas Psalm

 by Ronald Kok

 

The sun rises each and every day

It shines and daily gives its life light

Yet darkness dominates our way

We stumble, eyes bereft of sight

 

We think we know the road, the path

Yet we repeat the past, we fail

To grasp, living in gasps, in wrath

Despite light given, we rant, we wail

 

Climbing, striving, to reach the divine

Hoping our toil will bring us peace

Slipping, falling, aching for a sign

We see life as pain with no reprieve

 

We are alone, it can be easy to think

Around us is war, hunger, lies, abyss

Darkness drags us to the very brink

Life laughs at us, betrays with a kiss

 

But there is a Birth, a baby’s eyes

There is a song of vulnerable might

A silver note that splits dark skies

Revealing hope to drive out the night

 

A Grace that takes the hardest road

Down to dust, sin, heartache, death

A Grace lifting Pilgrim’s awful load

Giving all true Life and Peace, Breath

 

The Divine in human life, human sighs

Striving, aching, to reach each and all

Climbing, toiling, the Glory laying by

Lifting us all to glory in his fall

 

No expectation on us was there

To find a way to the Throne above

His plan, purpose, passion was here

In the Way called Grace, Peace, Love

 

The struggle to find truth supreme

Is no struggle, no task, no chore

Truth in person, Truth that beams

God’s Gift is given forever and more

 

This is the Life that laughs, that sings

The Life that death could not waste

Life whose Grace-dance around us rings

Giving us of dust heaven’s wondrous taste

 

It shines in darkness, shatters gloom

This Gift is precious and glows real

In our life’s pain and threat of doom

Nothing can dispel the Grace that heals

 

The Way we seek, the Truth we find

Is met in the Life of Glory given

Seekers lost have been found, in kind

And we on earth discovered heaven

A poem I wrote for Christmas 2016…

 

Earth Discovered Heaven: a Christmas Psalm

The sun rises each and every day

It shines and daily gives its life light

Yet darkness dominates our way

We stumble, eyes bereft of sight

 

We think we know the road, the path

Yet we repeat the past, we fail

To grasp, living in gasps, in wrath

Despite light given, we rant, we wail

 

Climbing, striving, to reach the divine

Hoping our toil will bring us peace

Slipping, falling, aching for a sign

We see life as pain with no reprieve

 

We are alone, it can be easy to think

Around us is war, hunger, lies, abyss

Darkness drags us to the very brink

Life laughs at us, betrays with a kiss

 

But there is a Birth, a baby’s eyes

There is a song of vulnerable might

A silver note that splits dark skies

Revealing hope to drive out the night

 

A Grace that takes the hardest road

Down to dust, sin, heartache, death

A Grace lifting Pilgrim’s awful load

Giving all true Life and Peace, Breath

 

The Divine in human life, human sighs

Striving, aching, to reach each and all

Climbing, toiling, the Glory laying by

Lifting us all to glory in his fall

 

No expectation on us was there

To find a way to the Throne above

His plan, purpose, passion was here

In the Way called Grace, Peace, Love

 

The struggle to find truth supreme

Is no struggle, no task, no chore

Truth in person, Truth that beams

God’s Gift is given forever and more

 

This is the Life that laughs, that sings

The Life that death could not waste

Life whose Grace-dance around us rings

Giving us of dust heaven’s wondrous taste

 

It shines in darkness, shatters gloom

This Gift is precious and glows real

In our life’s pain and threat of doom

Nothing can dispel the Grace that heals

 

The Way we seek, the Truth we find

Is met in the Life of Glory given

Seekers lost have been found, in kind

And we on earth discovered heaven

A Year of Creating Dangerously, Day 345: O Holy Night

“Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.
And in his name all oppression shall cease.”

In 1847 a wine seller by trade was asked by his parish priest to compose a poem for Christmas. That wine seller was Placide Cappeau de Roquemaure and what he wrote is what the English-speaking world knows as “O Holy Night”.

Yesterday my family and I attended a Christmas music and carol sing event at the Knox Presbyterian Church in downtown Ottawa. The church itself was founded three years before “O Holy Night” was composed (1844) back when Ottawa was a small lumber outpost known as Bytown. The church building we sang in, a beautiful space meant to replicate English Gothic and Norman architecture, was built in 1932. The event featured organ music and a small choir plus a five-piece brass band. In that wonderful acoustic space, with excellent musicians leading us, we sang and heard some of the season’s most classic carols. I had tears in my eyes more than once.

But the above lyric really hit me hardest, sung by a soloist with a lovely soprano voice. In that space, with the voice and emotion behind it, those words hit home for me like they haven’t in a long time. “O Holy Night” has become one of those carols that has been really and truly overdone in our culture. When I Googled the lyrics just now I was given Mariah Carey’s version on Google play… Sigh. Frankly, it is hard to go shopping at ths time of year without tripping over some version of “O Holy Night” sung by someone. It is a shame that some of the songs of this season have lost their punch due to their overuse and misuse.

There was something about the authenticity of this performance, the genuine sense of faith and the context of goodwill in that church, that made these lyrics come alive again for me. It is moments like those that renew my hope in the power of art to transcend the banality we’ve attached to it. I am sure that when this poem was composed, then set to music, it was done in a sense of devotion and never, ever with an eye toward it becoming a Christmas/pop cultural staple for the next 160 years, piped in to accompany the orgy of spending and stress in our local mall.

I felt, in a way, that I was hearing it for the first time yesterday, and that was part of why it was so moving. It reminded me of the fact that Christmas isn’t about all the stuff we’ve made it about over the years; Christmas is about believing that God loved the world so much he would send his Son to teach love, spread peace, break chains and bring oppression to an end.

Hopefully in the midst of all the shopping, spending and stress this season you will be able to hear something as over-recorded as “O Holy Night”, even a version done by Mariah Carey, and come away with that feeling of what is true embedded forever in the lyrics and music. That is my Christmas wish for you.

 

 

A Year of Creating Dangerously, Day 344: Sunday God Quote – Isaiah & Jesus

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In the Gospel of Luke it is described how Jesus began his public ministry. He was in his hometown of Nazareth, in the synagogue, when he was invited up to read from some scripture and say a few words. He was handed the scroll of Isaiah the prophet and we are told he read these words:

The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
    because the Lord has anointed me
    to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
    to proclaim freedom for the captives
    and release from darkness for the prisoners,
 to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor

This Christmastime, perhaps more than any other in my lifetime, I find myself seeking solace in the mission and purpose of Jesus. I have grown so disenchanted with what Christianity has become and come to represent to the world. Rather than lose all hope I choose to cling to the hope of what Jesus represents and how that challenges me to live. If the passage above was what he chose to clarify who he was and what he was charged to do, I also choose it to clarify for me my own sense of purpose moving forward from a desperately challenging 2017 into 2018.

Luke tells us the crowd in that synagogue, after hearing Jesus say that he was the fulfillment of that passage, tried to throw him from a cliff. Religion seems to be leading so many to acts of violence and words of hatred, mostly because of fear. Jesus reminds me that I do not follow a religion and therefore am not defined by fear. I follow him, who is defined by love, justice, truth, mercy and forgiveness.

As we get closer to Christmas, it is the thought of Jesus that lightens my heart and brings me peace. Not so much the Jesus in the manger, but the Jesus standing up and saying boldly what he is about and acting and living that out to a world in fear.