How can we do it?
To a broken world?”
How can we do it?
To a broken world?”
If it were up to me, I wouldn’t have picked a place that smelled like donkey—
but then again, God chooses to make beautiful things
out of stuff like dust, and wet nose-breath.
Personally, I like to imagine that there were velvet-nosed cattle, lowing a lullaby;
Stars dazzling a midnight-blue sky;
a sleeping, baby, white guy.
But, thankfully!, God is bigger, and better, and bolder, beyond anything
That I can comprehend with my own particular culture, and image, and mind.
God has a way of illuminating what I see as the stagnant, smelly, unwanted places—
and turning them into pools of healing and rivers of life:
into leaves for the healing of the nations.
With God’s mud on my eyes, I am allowed the clarity see created things as they always were meant to be seen— and not what I just couldn’t see them as, before.
Maybe it did involve rough blankets, and callous hands, and flies buzzing around and landing on a blanket mid-swaddle. But, all of it’s beautiful—
in the context of God.
Hope has been born. And now,
All of creation will be held together.
What could be more worthy, more beautiful, more perfectly perfect than that?
This, overwhelmingly, is God’s way: it is a springing forth, a pouring out, a blazing into new life.
it sweeps away the cobwebs and danglies of the old, dead soul, and cries, “Light em’ up!”
as green bursts from the earth in a sweaty tangle of love.
Can you imagine how fresh, and how free,
the soul was on that night God when came in person—
all straw, and placenta, and dust from here to Bethlehem?
Written in Feminist Theology Class, 1994. As a man he simply asked women, “What is it like to give birth?”
Fourteen and frightened
“Behold, a young woman shall conceive”
Mary, handmaid of the Lord
More than a youth
But hardly a woman
“Overshadowed by the power of the Most high”
Shaking her head in disbelief but not in doubt
“Then let it be according to your word”
For months the constant awareness
The tethering of two lives, one to the other
The mystery within
Growing, stretching, becoming
The simply and wondrous inevitability
A child is going to be born
“Blessed are you, and blessed
is the fruit of your womb”
At meals, in her eating and drinking
Thinking to herself
And smiling quietly at the miracle
Here, child, this is my body
This is my blood
Be nourished and grow strong
“And of his kingdom there will be not end”
Weary and hot
Sweat glistening on her young brow
Eyes squinting against the sun
And her belly a burden never set down
“And they went up from Nazareth unto Bethlehem”
Slow and steady over the donkey’s feet beneath her
Quick and anxious moved the child’s feet within
Counting the days
Trudging from inn to inn
Tired and impatient
Angelic visits only a dim memory
“And the time came for her to be delivered”
At last a stable
Only a stable
At least a stable
With coarse straw, and just in time
“On that day all the fountains of the great deep burst forth”
Water breaking, gushing endlessly, endlessly!
Parting that the child might cross
Counting the minutes
“And she gave birth”
Fifteen now, still frightened
Her whole world absorbed into contractions
Muscles wave-like setting the rhythm of birth
The whole season of Advent
Painfully compressed into hours
Spine-tingling anticipation, excitement
“In the beginning”
This is it, child
There’s no more turning back
Sweat glistening on her brow again
Chilled in the night air
Eyes opened wide, seeing little and pushing
“In pain you shall bring forth children”
Laboring, breathing, straining
Salvation is hard work
Fingers clenched, then stretched
And clenched again
The pressure of Advent
Between her legs, painful
“as the mountains were brought forth”
Gasping to herself, and vomiting
So this is the majesty of creation!
All thought of the child, any child
Buried in the pain
Eyes opened more than wide, peering into darkness
Please can I stop?
But there is no more turning back
And prayers uttered in gasping breaths
“All creation groaning in travail”
And Mary pushing, aching
Must I die Lord?
In order to save your people must I die?!
“Not my will, but thine”
And more pushing
Eyes staring wildly into pure darkness
Hair stringy with sweat
Oh, God, still pushing
Fingers stretching to nowhere
And a head
At last a head
In the darkness, a child’s head
“Glory to God in the highest”
And renewed pushing
Then a body, a child’s body
Comes forth like a rushing wave
Wet and bloody and struggling
Already impatient with this world
Panting in aching exhilaration
Eyes closed but seeing so much more than dark
“The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light”
A new life, no longer within, untethered
Sensing that now
I must share this child with the world
Mary, handmaid of the Lord
Soaked in sweat
Peacefully holding her child, the child
“And she wrapped him in swaddling clothes”
Rags, and yet priceless tonight
Watching the child, her child
Checking every feature and detail
Marveling, so this is a baby!
My, oh my, so this is a baby!
How can the world ever be the same again?
Lifting the child gently to her breast
Tiny fingers touching a whole new world
A whole new world!
A tiny mouth gently tugging
At Mary’s nipple
“And you shall call his name
God is us”
David Weiss is a theologian, writer, poet and hymnist committed to doing “public theology” around issues of sexuality, justice, diversity, and peace. In his work he seeks to use his gifts as a writer and poet to bring the strength of his academic training into fruitful conversation with the wider audiences of church and society. A graduate of Wartburg College, Wartburg Seminary, and the University of Notre Dame, he has taught religion and theology at the University of Notre Dame, Luther College, Augsburg College, St. Catherine University, and Hamline University. He is husband, parent and now, grandparent. He is the author of To the Tune of a Welcoming God (2008) and When God Was a Little Girl (2013) Click here to go to David’s Blog
Hope is not a posture with which I am familiar; or maybe, even, comfortable.
And yet, I cannot forget the call that comes to me, commandingly:
“Listen! You shall be more than this.”
This! What, this human life—this human death! that spasms with violence, and pain—
That cracks with gunshots upon school children—
That refuses to take in drowning refugees—
That plunges my faith into darkness?
The weight of the world is pounding in my ears:
My heart races from a mortality
that shall never be outrun.
And yet. You promise me: “It shall be more than this.”
It will involve, as some tell it, thundering clouds—which birth golden fruit!—that pour out juices and leaves for the healing of the nations.
It will look something like, as I have heard, radiant beams of light—driving out death!—which banish every shadow of despair from our hearts.
It will taste, as I have read it, cool and sweet—a fountain of the purest water, gushing down from the rock that is your cornerstone—removing the tang of grief, forever.
It will feel, as I have known it, like velvet cattle and bristling hay—the bed of a god, among us, wrapped up in a manger.
Wartburg’s campus has been enriched by the presence of international students for decades. Second year Michaelo Abasori, who is from Ethiopia, shares his passion about God’s work in the world and his own call to ministry.
“I am called to serve everybody,” Michaelo asserts. “I’ve been in ministry since I was young; I serve every people in every culture. God has called us to serve every people in every culture, the big, the small, the rich, the poor.”
Michaelo’s gifts and passion for ministry were recognized by others at an early age. At fourteen he began to take on leadership roles in his church, which was Lutheran. He lead choir, Bible studies, prayer, ministered to people, heard their stories, and worked on building community, bringing people together from different backgrounds, cultures, and languages.
As a child, his foundation of faith was built through attending church, Sunday school, confirmation, and hearing the pastors’ teachings. “I started to have faith in God, learning about people around me, [and] how to love people. That’s the foundation,” recalls Michaelo.
Did he always know one hundred per cent that he was called to being a pastor? He answers, “When I was young I had mixed feelings. I knew that I lived to serve the community [and] the church, but [at] the same time, I didn’t know that it was the right thing for me, so I struggled with that feeling. That’s how it starts. People liked what I did in the church, how I prayed with them, how I led worship or Bible study, and they said this is your gift, you’re going to make a good pastor, but I didn’t like it! I think everybody has that kind of feeling, right?” Michaelo laughs.
“Through time, through my struggle, I came to know that [this] is what God’s calling me to do, because I’ve seen that the ministry that we do in the church and in the community has great impact in the community and world [and it] is changing lives. So I decided there’s nothing better than this to do in my life. I committed myself to the call.” Michaelo was around 20 years old.
Michaelo’s commitment and call has led him to Wartburg Seminary. “When I came to United States, I was looking for a way in which I could serve the church of Christ,” recalls Michaelo. “Through prayers and through time, I knew God was guiding me through the Northeast Minnesota synod, by the support of brothers and sisters there.” Now, Michaelo is in his second year of seminary at Wartburg “to learn more and engage the gospel in the context of the culture.”
From Ethiopia to the US and beyond, Michaelo sees God at work and finds much hope in that. “God is not only working in this century; God is working from the beginning in every culture, in every society, all over the world. The hunger [and] the hope the church has right now—it’s great. There is hope for the church. God is working through them, through us, you know,” he nods.
Michaelo is encouraged by people’s response to the gospel. “God is working in people’s lives—in everybody’s life, that’s what I’ve seen. God is doing great things here in the US and other parts of the world.”