Here on the East Coast it’s late on Christmas Eve, the night before the day we in Christendom celebrate the birth of Jesus, the Christ.
And while it’s comforting and heartwarming to think tonight about that baby, born of a virgin, wrapped in swaddling clothes and laid in a Bethlehem manger, it’s a whole lot more disturbing and discomfiting to think about the man who that baby grew up to be.
He was a radical advocate for the poor, the outcast, the ill, the downtrodden, the disempowered, the misbegotten — and he made it very clear that the way you show your love for God is by showing your love even to the least of these and without hesitation.
He was, in short, the man most qualified to speak to and against what America has become, on the cusp of 2017 and the cusp of the Age of Trump.
He spoke, and speaks today, against narcissism. He spoke, and speaks today, against false piety. He spoke, and speaks today, against false moral superiority. He spoke, and speaks today, against authority without morality. And he didn’t just speak against those who preyed on the poor and downtrodden, he put his sandaled foot up their asses on the very steps of the Temple and dared anyone short of God Almighty, Maker of Heaven and Earth, to do anything about it.
So, yes, let us celebrate the birth of the Christ — both the babe and the man he became. Let us speak for those for whom he spoke. Let us speak against those against whom he spoke. And let us act without hesitation against those who prey on their moral and spiritual betters.