There isn’t much that I have learned
Through all my foolish years
Except that life keeps runnin’ in cycles
First there’s laughter, then those tears
–Frank Sinatra, “Cycles”
Jesus was born once. Then he died once. And saved the world once. And once, only once, did God have a son. God only said “Be! And it is!” to Jesus once. We are only remembering him on Christmas.
Creation really has no clock time, it is continuous. There is no distinction in types of creation between the body and the soul, just continuous times that God says Be! And it is! In fact, every time you take a breath, in and out, that is creation. Because if everything is from God, you are from God – and you are a child of God. The only Son of God creating a new people of God through His sins is using the clock model of creation. It would mean that there is only one intermediary, this only child, through whom we can get to God. This continuous creation idea is found in Islam – where I was introduced to it…but I also heard the priest talk about it tonight at the Christmas Eve Mass.
The priest talked tonight about Jesus being born constantly. Emmanuel, God is with us – God came through Jesus and God still continues to come – I would add, not through Jesus’ sacrifice and only through that act, but through continual creation and presence. Just as there are continual birthings of Jesus – not the historical Jesus, but the remembrance that God is with us, nearer than your jugular vein – there is continual atonement. The light calls us back, we dry our tears, we are healed, and then shit happens again – and just because shit happens to us doesn’t mean we have to concentrate on the atonement, the eventual light at the end of the tunnel. No, continual atonement means we have to experience light, the birth of Christ, the joy, but also God, my God, why have you forgotten me? I have to allow myself to sit with some of those feelings that are supposed to be erased by this New Covenant….and it’s all about cycles. Jesus is still being born in my midst, no matter how shitty I feel, no matter how much my faith lacks sheen. God is still creating me. I am still creating me, like God was creating Jesus – and if you believe, it’s happening to you, too. And that is one of the miracles.