This
week, people all over the world will be visiting family or friends for
Christmas. This is - as that great 19th century fan of Christmas,
Charles Dickens, delightfully described it - “a good time; a kind, forgiving,
charitable, pleasant time; the only time … on the long calendar of the year,
when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely.” So
what more fitting Gospel account for this final Sunday before Christmas than
the forever familiar story [Luke 1:39-45] of Mary’s visit to Elizabeth?
On
the other hand, as we all well know, holiday visits are not always as
wonderful as we would like them to be or as we try to pretend they are –
whether for the visitors themselves or for the ones being visited. It’s hard
sometimes to show affection when affection is not fully felt, to come up with
the right words that won’t cause or exacerbate conflict! Sometimes, opening our
“shut-up hearts” may be difficult, undertaken only grudgingly – more a matter
of duty than desire – or, more likely some confusing combination of the two.
How fitting, then, to hear today about a visit by someone whose motives, we
know, were never mixed!
The
traditional site of Zechariah and Elizabeth’s home and so the presumed site of
the Visitation is the little town of Ain Karim, some 5 miles west of Jerusalem
– a journey of several days from Galilee through Samaria to Judea. Obviously,
we cannot know now exactly what Mary may have felt as she
undertook that difficult journey, in response to God’s plan that had been
revealed to her by an angel. The story says she set out in haste.
No procrastination, no putting off what, to our “shut-up hearts,” might seem
merely a dutiful but burdensome social obligation. Perhaps, she sought to draw on the wisdom
and strength of her older relative. Surely, she must have wanted to make
contact (in a world without Facebook
and Twitter) with the only
other person who had thus far been let in on God’s great plan, that was even
then quite literally taking shape in the bodies of these two remarkable women.
After
so long, Elizabeth in her old age
had also conceived a son - and had
responded to this incredible favor by going into seclusion. Also unexpectedly
pregnant, Mary had responded to this problematic and potentially dangerous
development by rushing off to visit Elizabeth.
Instead
of shouting her good news to the world (which until then had reproached
her for being childless), Elizabeth waited silently for the miracle’s full
meaning to make itself known. Instead of cautiously keeping quiet, Mary rushed
to tell all to Elizabeth, thus showing her own complete confidence in the God
who had totally taken over her life.
What
a wonderful story, this episode in the greatest story ever heard, this story
that every year at this time demonstrates its incredible capacity to command
our attention and touch us where we feel it most deeply! Every year, despite all the tragedies and
difficulties that get in the way, all sorts of people, all over the world, with
different personalities and preoccupations, different needs and wants,
different fears and hopes, hear the Christmas story and are captivated by it -
for it speaks directly to each one of us, reviving our capacity to believe and
our willingness to hope.
Back
in 5th century Christian North Africa, one of the great Doctors of
the Church, St. Augustine, said: “If God’s Word had not become flesh and had
not dwelt among us, we would have had to believe that there was no connection
between God and humanity, and we would have been in despair.”
That is what the Christmas story is all
about – our one chance not to despair, our one incentive to hope.
The God for whom Elizabeth silently waited for so long, the God whom Mary
carried in her womb so faithfully, has come at last to live with us. In
the process, he connects us not only with himself but with one another. As he
brought Mary and Elizabeth together, filled
with the Holy Spirit, so he leads us to one another and unites us, thought
the same Holy Spirit, in a new community, formed by faith, directed by hope,
and alive with love. And we, as a result, must never let things be the
same again!
And
they won’t be - and we won’t have reason to despair ever again - if,
like Elizabeth, when we hear him coming, we offer him the hospitality of
our hearts, and if, like Mary, having conceived him in our hearts, we
are willing to carry him into the world with confidence – so that,
through each of our no longer “shut up” but now wide open hearts, Christ
can truly be our hope and become so for all the world.
Homily for the 4th Sunday of Advent, Immaculae Conception Church, Knoxville, TN, December 23, 2012