Merry 
Christmas to our brother and sisters in the orthodox Church, who celebrate 
Christmas today.  According to Russian News agency Itar-Tass, 87% of 
Russians will celebrate Christmas today, with only six per cent having already 
celebrated on December 25.  According to 
Russian Orthodox tradition, Christmas is preceded by a 40-day fast which 
excludes meat and dairy products.  The fast is broken on Christmas Eve with a 
dish of sweetened cooked grain followed by a full-blown feast the next day.  
In Russia, home to 39% of the world’s Orthodox Christians, people enjoy more days off over Christmas than any other country in 
Europe, starting on New Year’s Day and carrying 
through to Orthodox Christmas day today.  Praise the Lord for Christmas that is 
celebrated all over the world with diverse traditions, diverse music, diverse 
foods and customs, yet all centered in the birth of Jesus our Lord.  Indeed, 
"Love in any language is fluently spoken" everywhere Jesus is worshipped and 
celebrated.
    We are still in the celebratory default.  Most 
of the Christmas trees in the parsonage are fully decked.  (After all, they went 
up a little late this year.)  The real tree is still alive and well.  Alice and 
I are always very reluctant to dismantle the "Christmas house".  We will not 
meet for out Wednesday Evening Gathering this evening on account of the extreme 
cold, so we all can stay home this evening and celebrate Christmas vicariously 
with our brothers and sisters from the Orthodox Christian 
tradition.
    I have been reflecting   on Herod 
the Great, who  missed Christ of Christmas.  Herod loved power and he loved 
possessions. However, he was extremely insecure.  Herod the great ruled over 
Judea for 40 years.  Things were secore in Jerusalem under his rule.   Yet Herod 
was very insecure.  He was possessed by the green-eyed monster, "jealousy".  So 
it was that he missed the one who came to set him free.  The inn keeper also 
missed the Christ of Christmas, as did the religious leaders 
and scribes.  
    Everybody loved what Herod the 
Great could do, but everyone hated what he cost.  The Jewish historian Josephus 
tells us that when Herod knew he was dying, he arrested the elite citizens of 
Jerusalem and ordered that they be executed at the moment of his death—just so 
someone in Jerusalem would be weeping when he died.  The people both loved and 
hated Herod the Great.
    In the words of Dr. Craig Barnes of 
Princeton, "In every life there is a Herod that has gained some power over you. 
 You are seduced into calling it "great" because it does things for you.  It 
helps you feel secure.  It helps you cope.  It's been around for a long time.  
Herod is the name of whatever it is that offers you something you crave at a 
cost you cannot afford.  You love what it does; you hate what it costs. But as 
taxing as it is, you just keep paying."
   " For some of us, Herod is our 
workaholic addiction to success.  For others 
Herod is the name of an old hurt to which you have become addicted. You didn't 
deserve the hurt.  Maybe it happened a long time ago and perhaps you have tried 
to forget about it, but the hurt just keeps hurting.  You can distract yourself 
from it for a while, but it's always waiting for you, especially when you're 
tired.  In order to gain a little freedom from the pain, you've tried to forgive 
the person who hurt you, but you haven't succeeded, because the hurt's been 
around so long that you don't even know who you are anymore without it.  Every 
time you try to get rid of it, it isn't long before you invite it back into your 
heart.  Hurt makes it impossible for you 
to trust people, makes you cynical about all authority figures.  It sabotages 
many of your relationships.  Your Herod 
may be the alcohol that abuses you.  It may be the spouse that has abused you.  
It may be the job that abuses you day after day.  But you can't let it 
go."
      In the Christmas event, the wise 
men entered Jerusalem, asking, "Where is the one who has been born the king of 
the Jews?"  Mathew 2 tells us that not only was Herod frightened by their 
question, but all of Jerusalem was frightened.  The city did not rise up with 
joy at the announcement that a liberator-king had just been born.  People have 
always preferred the misery they know to the unknown.  It doesn't make sense, 
but it is our human nature.  Just because you know you are addicted to how 
things are doesn't mean you want to be delivered from that addiction.  The 
people of Jerusalem were no different..
Jesus is our liberating Savior. He did not come just to give a holiday from Herod, but to establish a whole new kingdom. This that means he came to liberate us. No one could have understood that more clearly than Herod himself. He knew that to have Christ born in your life means freedom from Herod.
The Herod that controls some part of our lives will do all he can in the days ahead to extinguish this hope from our hearts. He knows that Jesus came to free us to enjoy the blessings we have in our lives, but are too addicted to appreciate. He knows that Jesus will free us to forgive so we are no longer driven by hurt. He knows that Jesus will free us to allow our own hearts to be filled with passion—even to break over the pathos of the world and the many things that break God's heart. The liberating Savior will free us to live as we were created to live—fully alive.
    With Christ, the King, God is 
opening up his arms to us.  All we  have to do to find the freedom he offers is 
to embrace the birth of hope.  We  will see that the hope will grow, just as the 
child grew and became a man—a man, Jesus, who lived our life, who felt our hurts 
and our hungers, and who witnessed our lousy addictions.  He offered us another 
way: a whole new kingdom so threatening to those who had grown accustomed to 
Herod that they killed this Jesus.  But he rose from the dead and ascended on 
high, because this is a kingdom of God's establishment, and you cannot kill this 
hope.  It will come.  The gates of hell cannot prevail against it.  It will 
come. 
In Christ,
 Brown
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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