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Showing posts with label Jesus' birth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus' birth. Show all posts

Sunday, 20 December 2020

No Room in the Inn? Not Likely


 

The “Christmas Story” most of us know is likely not historically accurate. Oh, we know that no one knows for sure about when Jesus was born. But, as you can guess from my title, what we have been told is probably not even correct as far as to where Jesus was born.

 

If we take the time to really read the biblical sources, we know that only two of the four Gospels have a story of Jesus’ birth. The first, the Gospel according to Matthew, actually says nothing about where Jesus’ birth took place when it talks of his being born (Matthew 1:18-25). Place only comes up when the story of the ‘wise men’ follows. They had gone to Jerusalem, the capital city, thinking that was obviously where the king would be born as that was the home of the king. Then it is told that the learned men of Jerusalem, called upon by King Herod to answer the question of where a king was to be born, finds that the prophet Micah, some six or seven centuries earlier, had prophesied that this king would be born in Bethlehem. This is seen as appropriate as he was to be a descendant of Israel’s most beloved king, David, and that is where David was from. Indeed, as we know from the story, the wise men did go to Bethlehem where they were led by the ‘star’ they were following to Jesus. 

 

The other, the Gospel according to St. Luke, places Jesus’ birth in Bethlehem. From Luke 1:26 and 2:4 we learn that Jesus’ parents, Mary and Joseph, were from Nazareth, up north in Galilee. However, according to Luke 2:4-5, they had to travel to Bethlehem, in the Judean hills six miles south of Jerusalem, for census purposes because they were descendants of David.

 

So, that’s the town. But where in the town? That’s where we have likely got it wrong.  The oldest Greek manuscripts of the Gospels we have say Jesus was born in a kataluma. This is the place for guests in a home, literally, above or ‘beside the room’, room her meaning the main area of the home. The fact that Mary laid her newborn in a manger then clues us into that because the guest room was full, they slept on the periphery of the spacewhere most household activities took place. It was on the border between that and where the family’s animals would be kept for the night for safety. The living quarters were raised a few feet above the level of the animals. On the edge of that transitional space were indentations, space to hold feed for the animals, so they could eat from it at will. This is the Middle Eastern ‘manger’, not a wooden structure that we know from the places we in the West keep animals. It was into this place, Mary laid Jesus, right beside where she and Joseph slept off to the side of where most household activities took place. 


Middle Eastern people are among the most hospitable on earth. They always had room for strangers. If they really did not, a neighbor would take them in. Some villages even had a special guest room built above a home which villagers took turns looking after to host guests in. There was severe censure for lack of hospitality, if not from society, maybe from God. Even the Bible speaks of this. Sodom and Gomorrah were burned for their utter lack of hospitality for God's own representatives (Genesis 19). These customs continue even into the early 21st century, as my wife and I can attest to. On our travels to the Holy Land we were shown hospitality by Jews, Muslims and Christians, sometimes together, whether it was in a restaurant, as is often the case nowadays, or in homes, the latter even in refugee camps!

 

So, how did we go wrong? Kenneth Bailey, who grew up partly in Egypt and spent most of his working life studying and teaching in the Middle East, believes it is due to a non-canonical writing (a ‘book’ that did not make it into the Bible) called The Gospel of James. Here is where the story says Mary gave birth to Jesus immediately on her arrival to Bethlehem, so where else but in the place for animals as there was, ostensibly, ‘no room in the inn’. What does the Bible say about that? Luke 2:6, our only source, simply says “while they were there, the time came for her to deliver her child” (NRSV). No idea about whether that was hours or days later! 

 

It appears to be from the Gospel of James where the ‘no room in the inn’ story originated. This writing had proven so popular, so captured the imagination of the Western Church, that it obviously influenced the translation of the King James Version and very other translation into English that that followed. It might also have been accepted as the main narrative as it seems to fit with the idea of Jesus giving up everything, heaven and all its glory, riches and power, to begin life at the lowest level of humanity to really identify with us. 

So, if we accept all of this, likely more authentic, alternative tradition, what does that do with this longstanding theology? Here’s where further understanding of this core Middle Eastern hospitality comes in. Both being of the line of David and coming to his hometown, Joseph and Mary would have been enthusiastically welcomed ‘home’ as long-lost relatives. They would have been looked after as well as conditions permitted. The guest room was occupied, as were in all probability, most of them in Bethlehem, because of others from David’s line coming back to Bethlehem for the census. Mary, being pregnant, probably slowed down the couple’s travel and they arrived later than most.

 

Yes, John writes in his Gospel (1:11), “he came to what was his own, and his own people did not accept him.” This refers not to Jesus the infant, but to the grown man, who was not accepted because his actions and teachings were too much for his people, the Jews as a whole. If we discard this ‘Jame’s’ writing and accept that Joseph and Mary were welcomed by family, what could be better?  God was the one who first ordained family, according to Genesis. What could be more fitting that his Son was born into family? And in the home of his illustrious ancestor? It simply underscores the importance of family. 

 

 

 

Sunday, 19 August 2018

The Story of Mary: Catholic Version: II Another Special Birth - Ch. 10 The Birth of Jesus


(Based on Luke 2 & Gospel of James 19-20)

Before he left in search of a midwife, Joseph had the presence of mind still to throw his cloak down on the straw for Mary to lie down on. The homeowner’s wife was running back towards their area of the house yelling at her husband and family. In short order, she was back with a burning lamp that she placed on the flat top of a stone in the wall where it protruded from the one above it. Soon a child whom Joseph judged to be one of their children appeared with a basin of warm water which which her mother placed near Mary’s feet. Straightening up, Rachel turned around and saw Joseph and his sons, “What? You still here? Go and find a midwife! Hurry!”

As Joseph and his sons set out in the fading daylight, they saw a womancoming down from the hill-country. Probably identifying them as travellers, she greeted them and asked them, “Where are you going?”

Joseph responded, “I am seeking a Hebrew midwife.”

She answered, “You are of Israel?” 

“Yes,” Joseph answered hopefully. Then he told her he had a woman that needed her help, and that she was in a nearby cave. He did not say wife, or anything else more definitive, as he was still sometimes unsure, especially with strangers, of how to describe this enigmatic woman whom destiny had brought into his life.

Perhaps picking up on that lack of clarity, the woman said: “Who is it then that is bringing forth in the cave?”

Joseph answered, “A womanbetrothedto me.”

Then the woman said to him: “Is she not your wife?”

Joseph answered: “It is Mary that was reared in the temple of the Lord, and I obtained her by lot as my wife. And yet she is not my wife, but has conceived of the Holy Spirit.”

The midwifelooked at him, the questions obvious in her eyes, “Is this true?”

Joseph said to her: “Just come and see. We need you. You are a midwife? God has lead us to you if so. I will pay you whatever is necessary for your help.” So, the woman, who was indeed a midwife, named Salome as she told them, went with him to the cave. As they entered, they saw a luminous cloud overshadow the cave and fill it with an eerie light. The midwife said: “Now I am seeing strange things. My soulhas been magnified this day because of this.” And immediately the cloud disappeared out of the cave, and a great light shone in the cave, so that their eyes could not bear it.

Just then Mary gasped again as pain struck her once more. Salome looked at her protruding abdomen, then up to meet Mary’s eyes, “Are you in labour?” 

“I don’t know,” Mary panted, maybe? She looked beseechingly into the woman’s eyes, “What can I do?”  

Joseph’s mind was in turmoil. What was happening to their trip? What seemed to be unfolding in front of him was not something he had at all anticipated!

In spite of the blinding light that enveloped them all, the midwife approached Mary and offered to help, as she could hear from the sounds Mary was making that she was indeed in labour. Meanwhile, Joseph shepherded his sons away from the cave, as it was not appropriate for them to be part of what was transpiring there. 

Salome, meanwhile had helped Mary settle comfortably onto the straw. She asked Joseph to sit at Mary’s head. Joseph was willing to comply. It seemed that someone knew what she was doing. He sure did not know what to do. 

Just then Mary had another of her pains. “Yes, Mary,” Salome said, “I think you are going to have a baby.”  Joseph’s eyes widened and he had to struggle to calm the panic he felt coming over him. 

“Joseph,” the midwife said, “put your legs alongside Mary and let her rest on your chest. It will give her support and make it easier for her. At some point she will have to push and you can be what she pushes against!” 

Joseph meekly followed the woman’s instructions. He had no other ideas. Meanwhile, she was helping rearrange Mary’s garments to make room for the baby to be born.

Mary was young, strong and healthy, and it was not long before she cried, “I think the baby is starting to come!” 

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The woman of the house, Rachel, was still present and she called to her husband, “Ephraim! A knife and more clean water!” and he appeared with a knife which he lay beside the lamp and took the basin of water away and then returned with it filled with clean warm water again.

“Mary,” she said, “I know it is hard, but if you can squat – Joseph can put his arms under yours and help you up, it will be much better.”

The couple continued to follow their helper’s suggestions. When it was evident Mary was having another contraction, she was instructed to push. Joseph had braced himself against her to keep her upright. A few contractions later a head of black hair appeared and with the next contraction they saw the whole head. 

“Try to relax and take some deep breath between the pains,” Salome said gently. She worked with Mary and as she did so the light gradually decreased, until the infant appeared. Suddenly the baby cried, just as Mary felt another pain coming on. With a cry and extra strain on her part, the baby emerged in its entirety and into a cluster of clean torn cloths Salomewas holding at the ready. The baby cried again as she wrapped it in the cloth – it was a boy – Rachel had brought, and lifted him up to Mary’s breast and laid it between her and Mary. 

Then Salome reached for the knife and, passing it through the flame, cut the umbilical cord. After quickly tying the ends in knots she began to bath the baby with the water in the basin. Mary began to wrap her newborn more tightly in the cloths when Salome told her, “You are not done yet, there is still the afterbirth.” A few pushes later Mary rid herself of that and suddenly she felt a whole lot better. Instead of the pain filling her mind she was now filled with wonder at this miracle in front of them. What an amazing thing had just happened!

“Joseph,” she whispered turning her fact up towards his, squeezing his hands once more, “This is Jesus.” 

Joseph did not know whether to laugh or cry. Nor for that matter did Mary. 

Sunday, 6 May 2018

Mary’s Story – Chapter 15 – Jesus is Born

NOTE: THESE CHAPTERS ARE NOW AVAILABLE IN A MUCH IMPROVED, EXPANDED BOOK, "A SWORD SHALL PIERCE YOUR SOUL" from FriesenPress

The sun was low in the West as the young couple saw the towers of Jerusalem in the distance as they turned south to Bethlehem. They trudged wearily across the low valley and up the eastern slope of the hill on which Bethlehem lay. They were trying to get there as fast as they could because Mary had begun to complain of backache, which, as they approached the town, seemed to begin to come and go in waves. Mary did not want to alarm Joseph so had not told him of this latest change in her pain. He just believed she was tired from being pregnant and walking that distance, and wanted to get them a place for her to rest. 

There had been others on the road with them, also coming to Jerusalem and Bethlehem because of the census. Joseph had his own little worry – that there would be no place for them to stay. They finally did come to a place where they could see some other travellers about the premises so Joseph concluded this could be a place that was making space available for travellers. 

They turned aside and Joseph inquired as to whether they had room for two more. The owner of the house was at first dismissive and said they had no room, but apologized when he saw Mary and said they were already full and really could do no more. In response to Joseph’s query as to whether there were other places to stay, he really could not say. Joseph was considering going on to look for himself when a sudden cry came from Mary and he turned in dismay as he saw her crumple to the ground. The owner’s wife came out at that point and seeing Mary in her condition ran to help her and turned and said sternly to her husband, “Ephraim, they can stay in the loft above the animals. At least they can rest there and it will even be a little warmer. At least it will be shelter.” Turing back to Mary she said, “Poor child, having to come all this way in your condition.” With her help joseph pulled Mary to her feet and placed his arm inside hers to support her more  firmly as they were led to the dark area at the side of the house where the lady helped Mary up some steps and quickly pushed together some heaps of straw for the weary travellers to lie down on. 

When Mary gasped again as pain struck her once more, the woman looked at her protruding abdomen, then up to meet Mary’s eyes, “Are you in labour?” 

“I don’t know,” Mary panted, maybe? She looked beseechingly into the woman’s eyes, “What can I do?”  

Joseph’s mind was in turmoil. What was happening to their trip? What seemed to be unfolding in front of him was not something he had at all anticipated!

Joseph had the presence of mind still to throw his cloak down on the straw for Mary to lie down on. The homeowner’s wife was running back towards their area of the house yelling at her husband and family. In short order, she was back with a burning lamp that she placed on the flat top of a stone in the wall where it protruded from the one above it. Soon a child whom Joseph judged to be one of their children appeared with a basin of warm water which, following her mother’s instructions, she placed near Mary’s feet.

The woman, meanwhile had helped Mary settle comfortably onto the straw. Having learned their names, she asked Joseph to sit at Mary’s head. Joseph was glad to do so. It seemed that someone knew what she was doing. He sure did not know what to do. 

Just then Mary had another of her pains. “Yes, Mary,” the lady said, “I think you are going to have a baby.”  Joseph’s eyes widened and he had to struggle to calm the panic he felt coming over him. 

“Joseph,” the woman said, “put your legs alongside Mary and let her rest on your chest. It will give her support and make it easier for her. At some point she will have to push and you can be what she pushes against!” 
Joseph meekly followed the woman’s instructions. He had no other ideas. Meanwhile, she was helping rearrange Mary’s garments to make room for the baby to be born.

Mary was young, strong and healthy, and it was not long before she cried, “I think the baby is starting to come!” 

The woman yelled at her husband again and he appeared with a knife which he lay beside the lamp and took the basin of water away and then returned with it filled with clean warm water again.

“Mary,” she said, “I know it is hard, but if you can squat – Joseph can put his arms under yours and help you up, it will be much better.”

The young people continued to follow their helper’s suggestions. When it was evident Mary was having another contraction, she was instructed to push. Joseph had braced himself against her to keep her upright. A few contractions later a head of black hair appeared and with the next contraction they saw the whole head. 

“Try to relax and take some deep breath between the pains,” the woman said.

Suddenly the baby cried, just as Mary felt another pain coming on. With a cry and extra strain on her part, the baby emerged in its entirety and into a cloth the woman was holding at the ready. The baby cried again as she wrapped it in the cloth and laid it between her and Mary. She reached for the knife and, passing it through the flame, cut the umbilical cord. After quickly tying the ends in knots she began to bath the baby with the water in the basin. At the same time she told Mary, “You are not done yet, there is still the afterbirth. A few pushes later Mary rid herself of that and suddenly she felt a whole lot better. Instead of the pain filling her mind she was now filled with wonder at this miracle in front of them. What an amazing thing had just happened!

“Joseph,” she whispered turning her fact up towards his, squeezing his hands one more, giving him a kiss on the cheek, “It’s our Jesus.” 

Joseph did not know whether to laugh or cry. Nor for that matter did Mary.