Yet, this is not the God we celebrate on Christmas. We celebrate the God/man who took on the flesh of a baby born in scandal to poor Jewish parents. In the broadest of terms, he was born into a socially disabled family. Disabled by income and by the premarital pregnancy, Joseph and Mary had found themselves at the margins of religious and political life. Born into the world, the baby Jesus was at the mercy of a teenage parents and even the vary empire who had forced his parents to travel so far for a census. No one can look at a newly born baby and say this is the sum strength, power, and magnificence for even babies born to be king shit their diapers and suffer colds. But to celebrate Jesus’ birth isn’t merely the celebration of the birth of some king, it’s the celebration of God coming to earth.
God! The God who is the ground of all being. The God who encompasses all of space and time with room to spare, the God who created existence with a word, that God took on this flesh. Our creeds tell us this was an equal parts event both fully God and Man. How to explain that event escapes the capacity of language.
For that God to take on this flesh meant that self-imposed limitations must have taken place – limitations not from necessity but out of love for the creature. How else could we explain it? Limited God, dare I say it (?), became disabled for our-sakes. Isn’t that what Paul is getting at in Phi. 2:6-8? It says,
who, though he was in the form of God,
did not regard equality with God
as something to be exploited,
7 but emptied himself,
taking the form of a slave,
being born in human likeness.
And being found in human form,
8 he humbled himself
and became obedient to the point of death—
even death on a cross.
Jesus gave up the privileges of being God by taking on flesh. True, unlike those who have disabilities, God chose to enter our world in this way. For all “able bodied” are disabled spiritually and are unable to see the Light. God brought the Light to us, as close to us as possible. Jesus came to us, a tactile God, so that we might feel, touch, hear, and be given ears and eyes once again to see and hear the good news that God has come into the world.
If all of this is true, then any pretense of coming to the level of those with disabilities is demolished not reinforced. It is demolished in that our disabilities prevent us from seeing correctly. Only in Christ’s divinity, is he both able to meet us as we are and yet see us as we truly are. That is to say, he meets us in the flesh, in our weakness and contingency. He smiles, cries, becomes angry, and lives the life of a human being. But unlike us, he sees us. He sees us for who we truly are. We cannot see each other for we cover ourselves up with lies and deception. The clothes we wear are more than the ones we put on everyday. Our vision of one another and God is, at best, only partial. We need one another so as to share with one another the partial, fragmented vision of God we each hold.
The vision God has given us is a mosaic and we each, no matter what physical or mental capacity one might have, hold a fragment of the mosaic. We cannot know what the full picture might be until we are all tied to one another, bound in the bonds of friendship. Friendship, that’s what Christ gave to us. The god of agnostics or the god of philosophers or the god of deists remain foreign to us as strangers but the God who became incarnate 2000 years ago came to be our friend. So let us this Christmas not give in to the demands of consumerism but free ourselves by entering into friendship not merely with God but with Jesus who became disabled for our sakes. Perhaps if we can accept friendship with God, we can accept friendship from those with disabilities.