Don't Let the War on Christmas Get You Down!

Mike Stavlund wrote A Force of Will: The Reshaping of Faith in a Year of Grief, about the death of his four-month-old son. Running and loss are at the heart of the book and often inform each other. As Mike says, “Running became a metaphor for my life.”

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Mike Stavlund — Running Is an Inherent Good [COOL, Season 1]

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The Magnificat (A Christmas Call to Arms)

I.
Christmas feels different this year
It feels like everybody here
Is well aware we're in for a long, long winter
And I don't mean to go overboard
But this Christmas I can't ignore
I fear we're hurdling towards a long, long winter

And even all the colored lights
Don't seem to be burning as bright
They seem to shiver in fright of the cold, cold winter
And it's hard to feel much joy
Or be distracted by new toys
When we know outside its a hard, hard winter

So I think I'll skip the snowmen in the yard
And I think I'll pass on acting like life's a postcard

Christmas feels different this year
It feels like any Christmas cheer
Is forced and insincere in the long, long winter
And come July I won't pretend
That it's summertime again
When we know under Trump it will still be winter

So I think I'll skip the lighting of the tree
And instead revisit our misguided priorities...

II.
Because every year, a few weeks out
We take the time to read about
How Mary sang a song of praise
And on her knees, joyfully prayed
But we forget the rest of the song
It's more than three or four verses long
We're told before the virgin birth
Before we get to peace on Earth
The powerful get beaten down
The proud confounded and kicked around
The rich are sent away empty
And servants helped to find mercy
The lowly ones are lifted up
And those who starve will have enough
So we're holding this year's midnight mass
Behind the dumpsters and the trash
Where broken hearts and broken glass
Can catch the light that's come to pass
And it won't be a silent night
We won't be numbed by candlelight
We'll burn our churches down to ash
To provide warmth for those outcast
So say goodbye to your cherished stained glass
The last are first and the first are last
We're singing hymns and ringing bells
In padded rooms and prison cells
We're taking in the homeless teens
And their unwanted pregnancies
We're gathering in the projects
With shepherd boys on welfare checks
And foreigners are welcomed in
And introduced to our children
And we're all singing, "Solidarity!"
Because it turns out that's what Christmas means

And that's what we need
We need so desperately
And that's what it means when we sing...

III.
My soul magnifies the Lord, my soul
Gloria in excelsis Deo

(We can't control the wind and snow
But we can rage against the cold
We can ignite our souls and we can be shelter)

- December 2016

The Magnificat (A Christmas Call to Arms)

This is a sermon I preached in the chapel at the Clinical Center of the National Institutes of Health in Bethesda, MD, on December 24, 2017. The texts are Isaiah 9:2-7; Hebrews 1:1-4; and Luke 1:26-38. The service ended with the lighting of the Christ candle and the reading of the Nativity story from Luke's gospel. The image is by Palestinian artist Zaki Baboun.

Please pray for all those at the Clinical Center during this season, who are courageously volunteering their very bodies in the search for new cures for some of the world's most difficult-to-treat medical conditions.

The In-Between Time (a sermon for Advent IV and Christmas Eve)

I'm a husband, a puppy-dad, a chaplain, a songwriter, and an author. I write, sing, and talk about the foolishness of faith; about mental health and mental illness; and, I hope, about love. I try to follow Jesus. I often fail.

The In-Between Time (a sermon for Advent IV and Christmas Eve)

David Finnegan-Hosey

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