Every year we are in search of the perfect Christmas. We fill our lives with lights, decorations, parties, gifts, food, family and friends to help us achieve the perfect Christmas. Yesterday, Matthew reminded us that the first Christmas was anything, but perfect. It was a scandal, it was life-threatening, it was lonely, it was anxious, it was despondent, it was oppressive.
A month or so ago, I received a text message from a friend. “Have you ever seen Gone with the Wind,” it read. “Oh gosh, I thought. Has she been talking with my Mother?” There is only one person in the world who has ever asked me if I have seen Gone with the Wind. There is only one person in the world who even cares if I have seen Gone with the Wind: my mother.
I was told that there were some in the parish who cringe when sports are talked about in a sermon. I have not talked about sports yet in any of my sermons, but since it is Super Bowl Sunday, I think this is the perfect time.