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CHRISTMAS IS COMING HOME

For today, I am sharing this moving homily (based on Luke 2:1-14) delivered by Bro. Robbie Paraan on Christmas Eve Mass at Sacred Heart Parish, Cebu. A blessed Christmas to all!

I saw a viral video the other day about a touching homecoming which happened on an airplane.  Juan Paolo Fermin hasn’t spent Christmas with his family in 17 years. Juan Paolo’s mother—like many Filipino parents—had to leave for abroad when he was 8 years old. Though they would see each other occasionally since then, almost two decades would pass before they could spend Christmas together.

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When Juan Paolo found out that his parents would be flying home from Canada via his employer Philippine Airlines, he exchanged schedules with a colleague and surprised his mother and stepfather before take-off. The video shows him walking excitedly towards his mother, with a bouquet of flowers in hand. When the mother saw her son, they shared an emotional embrace, and the mom just kept on repeating, “Anak ko, anak ko.” I could just imagine where they are right now. Maybe they are at mass, like you, thanking the Lord for the gift of family and the great grace of coming home.

In our Gospel tonight, the holy family, too, comes home. A census was ordered by Caesar Augustus and so Mary and Joseph had to travel from Nazareth—where they stayed and where Jesus would eventually grow up—to Joseph’s hometown of Bethlehem to be enrolled. Nothing is said about their journey, but it must have been long and hard—perhaps similar to ours–minus the delayed flights or bumper-to-bumper traffic.

It must have been particularly difficult for Mary who was very, very pregnant with Jesus. It must have been long and hard, but for Joseph and Mary, it must have been also very exciting, nostalgic, even hopeful. Not only were they coming home, they were coming home as family. And that’s something we could all very much relate with, we Filipinos who value family above all. Many of us see Christmas as truly the most wonderful time of the year simply because we can come home, and come home as family.

But there are times, we must admit, that coming home is not always as pleasant. Sometimes things just don’t work out quite as planned. And I’m not just talking about Noche Buena not being as delicious and filling as expected. I’m referring to those moments when, instead of being marked by joy and celebration, our coming home for Christmas is rather lonely, difficult, and even empty. For example, how many among us will be celebrating Christmas without a loved one who cannot make it home? Or who has passed away recently? Who among us are spending Christmas with family, and yet cannot celebrate fully because of an unresolved conflict with a relative, a silent cold war with a sibling, or a lingering grudge for someone close who has hurt us? Sometimes coming home is not at all that pleasant and it is tempting to think that Christmas has lost its meaning because of that.

Well, it hasn’t. Because the First Christmas wasn’t that perfect at all. Joseph and Mary, after a long and difficult journey, came home to Bethlehem and yet, there was no grand homecoming. In fact there was no one to welcome them. In fact, there was no room for them in the inn. They settled in a lowly manger where Christ the child, in swaddling clothes, was born. If there is anything grand to the first Christmas it would be the heavenly host with the angel proclaiming the good news of the birth. But their audience was not a church full of people like what we have tonight, but shepherds—simple shepherds who happened to be in the area watching over their flock.

I wouldn’t go as far to say that Mary and Joseph’s homecoming was depressing or tragic. But it was far from perfect, far from the grand and elaborate way we often insist our Christmases must be. The First Christmas–the most famous homecoming in history–was marked not by acceptance, hospitability, or great rejoicing, but rejection, some coldness perhaps, and a quietness so ordinary that it seemed almost inappropriate for a homecoming, much less the homecoming of our King.

Yet our celebration tonight–and your celebration later tonight and tomorrow and the days to come–are founded on this simple and far-from-perfect homecoming where our King was not even given a room to stay. This is what we celebrate: how the Christ of Christmas was born into our imperfect world in the most imperfect of ways so that he could be with us and love us, imperfect as we are.

Dear friends, we do have to celebrate and celebrate well, for family is home, and we are home. More importantly, God has chosen to call home this world of ours so that we could live in His heavenly home as well. Yet let us not forget the simplicity, the quietness, and the imperfect way that God has come into our home. It is precisely in its being imperfect, irony of ironies, that we see how perfect that First Christmas was.

Allow me to end with an excerpt from a Christmas homily of Fr. Horacio dela Costa, SJ, former Provincial Superior of the Jesuits in the Philippines:

“Chesterton has said it for us all: The only way to view Christmas properly is to stand on one’s head. Was there ever a home more topsy-turvy than on Christmas, the cave where Christ was born?

“For here, suddenly, in the very heart of Earth, is heaven; down is up, and up is down; the angels look down on the God who made them, and God looks up to the things He made. There is no room in an Inn for Him who made room and to spare, for the Milky Way, and where God is homeless, all men are at home.

“We were promised a savior, but we never dreamed God Himself would come and save us. We know that He loved us, but we never dared to think that He loved us so much as to become one of us.”

Here is the video clip of the pilot’s surprise for his parents:

5 replies on “CHRISTMAS IS COMING HOME”

A blessed Christmas Fr. J. Thank you for resurrecting the de la
Costa message. It also makes us understand the topsy-turvy
world we are in. My favorite mantra comes from Julian of Norwich: All shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well”.

Happy birthday, Jesus! Thank you for coming home to be with us, for making Christmas what it truly is, for giving us the peace, joy, hope and love in our hearts. Merry Christmas!

No matter how imperfect we are., God is with us. My Christmas dinner was nothing but imperfect. After all the shopping and hullabaloo of preparation, I did the most imperfect way of cooking up a dinner. I oversalted the French onion soup: Santi’s creamy mozzarella couldn’t save it. Even the ribeye steaks, cut in perfectly measured 1.8 inch, were salty. The. Fruit salad was too sweet and too liquidy. Oh but the joy of family, the cheer of Christmas was perfect. Thank God. Merry Christmas to all.

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