Homeless Jesus Statue and Homeless Person, Statue by Timothy Schmalz
A Meditation on The Man of the Hour
By Jane Tawel
December 24, 2022
Christ did not come to Earth,
for he has always come
to those who wait, and mourn, and hope,
in that which Love deigns True.
Christ will not come again someday,
for he is always coming now,
to those who wait, and suffer, and hope,
to those who seek and love,
in mysteries and all they can not see
but that which all do long for.
Christ was not born in Bethlehem,
except he is born in us.
Christ did not die on Calvary,
unless he dies today in me.
Christ did not rise to live again,
unless today he lives and loves and lives again
in life eternal starting Now!
in life eternal starting now in me.
Oh, do not worship temporal gods,
They have no hope for you.
And do not worship gods with names,
for you must find the name God has for you.
A name is written on a stone,
a white stone, pure and true,
and there you’ll find the name of Christ,
that God has given you.
Our hope is in The God of All,
The Great IAM, The One, Creator,
Parent of a man named Jesus,
who once did live to show The Way to God.
The Way of Christ is more than fairy dust,
and more than Santa Claus or even angels tell.
If you would follow Christ, the man,
then know his plan was to rebel,
against the tides of time and governments and yes,
even the surest shores of your religions –
all will turn to rust.
There is a truth in this dear season,
in which we gladly, foolishly give,
all of our treasures to the ones we love.
There is a way of hope and reason,
that’s imaged in the true myth of
a babe born once in history.
But Christ comes daily not to keep
our vision turned behind us or before.
He comes as someone that I see right now,
in persons struggling, lonely, fearful, lowly, poor.
Yes! There he is! Appearing as Star Light today,
in newborn, old man, woman, friend, and even enemy.
Christ’s coming! Yes, I see him there —
in you, in her, in them—
Oh, let me see The Christ in even me!
Christ breaks through as The Morning Star
that heralds God’s real presence,
in even those with empty hands, like Christ was born in Bethlehem.
Christ did not come and never will he come again someday.
The Christ is not alive at all unless I walk The Way.
Oh, Parent-Love-Creator-God, help this small child of Yours,
to be the Light, and walk upright,
and live the love and hope and faith
of All it means to come as Christ in me—
yes, please Dear One,
be born in me, today.
© Jane Tawel, 2022