Christmas and the Sacrament

December 21, 2008 | 4 comments
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There is only one Christmas. Each year it comes slightly more into view.

This is my yearly reworking of my favorite Christmas post.

Every birth is a nativity for the family involved. Every newborn babe unmans us; we see innocence and holiness existing in a fleshly vessel, which overturns our ordinary experience. Births are a miracle.

In this way every birth is like Christ’s birth. His birth does to all of us what individual births do to parents. He unmans all creation.

Because we experience innnocence, in a sense we are spiritually reborn when we are at a birth. For we individual parents, at the birth of our children. For all of us, at Christmas, at Christ’s birth.

These were my thoughts at the sacrament when thinking on Christmas and rebirth. I remembered that baptism makes us born again and that the sacrament “renews our baptismal covenants,” which is the matter-of-fact Mormon way of saying that every week in the sacrament we are born yet again as new sons and daughters of Christ. I remembered I had experienced rebirth. At least, I had sometimes experienced something when I took the sacrament that I had experienced on witnessing my daughters’ births or on standing as a Christmas witness to the timeless birth of Jesus. I had felt the value, hope, freshness, and vitality that slowly drains out of everything come flooding back in. Nothing looked the same in those times; I’d only seen before with dead eyes.

This rebirth experience, I realized, has happened to me many times. I was baptized once. I’ve often taken the sacrament efficaciously. I’ve seen four daughters born. And every Christmas in my heart I’ve gone to the stable to glory in the Infant.

All those were rebirths for me and remembering them was sweet accompaniment to the sacrament.

Then, there in the chapel with the bread and water, I suddenly saw myself in contrast to Him. I have been reborn and will be reborn many times. He was born once. He never needed rebirth.

Certainly we celebrate his birth every year. But we don’t do it, I think, as if he were being reborn. We do it as if his birth was for all time and ever present. It is as if he were the Lamb slain and born from the beginning of the world. But that confused my prosaic, Mormon mind. How can a birth, how can anything, be timeless?

The answer came. His birth continues–the joyful promise of it is as good today as it was then–because he has never blighted his newborn innocence and therefore has never ceased to be what he was. The omnipotent Jesus is in some sense still the child.

Every baby grows a little crooked as it grows. Every sacrament goer leaves the meeting touched, if still only lightly, with stupor. Every Christmas brings its quarrel. Every new leaf stiffens in the summer and sickens in the fall. He alone, the Christ, was born and lives an evergreen.

Prior versions of this post are found here, here, and here.

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4 Responses to Christmas and the Sacrament

  1. Benjamin on December 21, 2008 at 2:01 pm

    Beautiful, Adam. Thank you.

  2. makakona on December 21, 2008 at 7:39 pm

    yes, just beautiful! a week overdue with our fourth daughter, i’ve had a lot of time to ponder similarly. thank you for sharing your thoughts.

  3. Dead Seriously on December 21, 2008 at 11:26 pm

    Very touching, especially for those of us who have recently added new members to our families. Thank you.

  4. Michelle Glauser on December 22, 2008 at 12:27 pm

    I certainly have some new perspectives to consider. Thanks.

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