Fr. Bob’s Weekly Reflections

It is a funny feeling today. We come into the Church that is still lively, but strangely different. The crib is back in storage, the wise men have returned to the east, the shepherds to their flocks, the angels have stopped singing, and the star has disappeared. Christmas is a memory.

We read about Peter in our second reading. Word comes to him that a Centurion of the Roman guard named Cornelius, a Gentile and therefore in the eyes of the Jews an unclean man, wished to be baptized.

Some years ago I saw a play called “Down Will Come Baby.” As the play opens, the husband is taking down the Christmas tree.

Today is the Feast of the Holy Family. Fortunately, most of us value the gift of family. We treasure it and understand its importance for both society and Church.

Why all this fuss over the birth of a child in a small, insignificant part of the Roman Empire? What difference does Jesus make? To start with, His birthday marks the division of human history into B.C., before Christ, and A.D., Anno Domini, after Christ.

There it is, right at the beginning of this Gospel, the perennial human question: what should we do? Very few of us escape that question at some time in our lives.

Christmas can sneak up on us while we are caught up in the mad whirl of shopping and parties, and then be gone without a trace.

It should be no secret to anyone that we do not know the date of Christ’s birth, and so the Church baptized a Pagan feast.

Jesus is king because He is what He is. Not a mere man, but the God-man, God with us, God in human form.

November is a strange time of year. Trees have finally lost their leaves, but winter’s snow has not come full force.