A Manger in the Living Room

“and laid him in a manger because there was no place for them in the inn.” ~ Luke 2:7b

The verse above comes from a beloved chapter in Scripture. It is often dramatized in churches during December. Despite that broad familiarity, every Christmas pageant I have seen has included a character and location never mentioned in the text. For no matter how closely you look at Luke’s account, you will not find mention of an innkeeper or a stable.

Both pieces of the story are so ingrained in our telling that we might think they must be mentioned elsewhere in the New Testament. They aren’t. Instead, I suspect those two details are standard in pageants because they make sense. After all, when Luke says that Mary placed Jesus “in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn,” we imagine there must have been someone to turn the family away. Likewise, a stable for the child’s first night seems reasonable, for where else would you have a manger?

I’m not here to definitively refute either tradition, but want to offer another possibility. Namely, that Jesus’ first night was spent in the living room of a relative.

Kenneth Bailey, a professor of Biblical studies who spent years living in the Middle East, reached that conclusion as he focused on the Greek word katalyma, translated here as “inn.” (Bailey, Kenneth E. Jesus Through Middle Eastern Eyes. Downers Grove, IL: IVP Academic, 2008. pp.27-36) That term might cause us to think of a Bed and Breakfast, and there was such a place in first-century Bethlehem. Still, the reason Bailey wondered if that was not where the Holy Family sought shelter was that the only other time Luke speaks of an “inn” is Jesus’ Parable of the Good Samaritan (Luke 10), where the injured man is taken to such a place. In that account, he doesn’t call the place a katalyma but uses another Greek word.

Such a difference raises the possibility that what Luke meant in the Bethlehem events was another understanding of katalyma; namely, a guest room in a private home. The gospel writer speaks of a katalyma one other time. Years later, when Jesus sends his disciples to prepare for their final meal, the group delivers his message to a homeowner of “Where is the guest room”–katalyma– “where I may eat the Passover with my disciples?”(Luke 22:11). That shared choice of a Greek word from that moment and our passage raises the possibility that when Mary and Joseph were looking for a place to spend the night that they went to one of his relatives and found no space in the guest room. So, the child was placed in a manger.

That interpretation would seem unlikely if we picture the manger as being in a stable and thus outside a home. Again, Dr. Bailey points out that for many families of that day, there was often only one main room to the house where everyone slept and ate. Animals were kept in that room at night, though in an area a bit lower than the floor for people. At one end of the level on which people lived was a place cut out in the floor where animals on the lower level could raise their heads to eat. It was a manger, a feeding trough for livestock when in the house.

So when Luke tells us that “she gave birth to her firstborn son…and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the katalyma,” perhaps he was saying the family was not turned away, but given sparse accommodations inside a home. That the child was placed in a manger, but instead of it being in a stable, the trough was in the living room. A possible difference in meaning that allows for humanity in all its diversity to appear again.

In 1987, I was making plans for my first Christmas Eve as a pastor.  In the congregation I served, there was a tradition for worshipers to come forward and receive the Sacrament of the Lord’s Supper. Each person would take a piece of bread from a Ruling Elder and then move to receive a small cup from me that was held in a tray. Most Presbyterian churches don’t use wine for communion, but grape juice. The tradition in my first pastorate was to use that alternative, too, but on my first Christmas Eve since ordination, I wanted to try something different.

The Book of Order, our procedural document in the PC(USA), at the time said, “Whenever wine is used in the Lord’s Supper, unfermented grape juice should always be clearly identified and served also as an alternative for those who prefer it.” I followed those instructions closely. Since the trays had several rings of cups, I filled only the outermost one with wine. All the rest held juice. The bulletin explained the setup. I told the congregation audibly how it would work, too. I’d taken all the precautions I could think of, yet things quickly deteriorated even so.

Since I was the only one serving the cup to worshipers, I got a close glimpse of what unfolded. It included wives frowning as their husbands took the wine, fathers who shook their heads as their teenage sons reached for the outer ring, and young children whose hands were gently slapped if they made a similar choice. When you add the strong smell of fermentation that filled the sanctuary, I knew before the benediction I would never offer wine again during Communion!

Such reminders of humanity are fitting. For whether there was an innkeeper in Bethlehem is not the critical piece. Whether the child spent his first night in a stable or the living room of extended family is not essential either. Nor is the choice of using wine or grape juice in the Lord’s Supper of ultimate importance, as I learned the hard way years ago.

Rather, the key fact about Christmas is how God took the extraordinary step of coming to earth in human form so that creation might be reconciled to their Maker. Or as the gospel writer John reminded so poetically, “And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father’s only son, full of grace and truth.”

Merry Christmas!

Beginning the Conversation

In the introductory brochure prepared by the Interim Pastor Search Committee and our talented communications team, you learned a few things about my journey. It spoke of the nine amazing people who bless my life outside of church and the educational and vocational path that preceded my time at BMPC. While there is certainly more than can be said about each of those details I’d like to spend my time in this first article further introducing myself to you. I do so, counting on the fact that in the coming months, you will do the same with me.

I am the middle of five children who grew up in North Carolina and Georgia. Lori is the youngest of five from a household that was based in western New York. We were the last in our families to get married which means that our siblings along with their children and grandchildren live in all parts of our country. I have been blessed to officiate at more than 30 family weddings, baptisms or funerals during my career. Each of those moments was a profound honor.

As a lover of history, I have been a lifelong admirer of Abraham Lincoln and since moving to Pennsylvania have attended an event in Gettysburg called The Lincoln Forum fifteen times. I have always appreciated the gift of travel and during my lifetime have visited 48 states and 30 countries. We will add two more of the latter next year. Other than Alabama football, there is no particular college team that I follow closely, yet on the professional front, I share with many of you the agony and joy of being a fan of the Eagles. The Phillies hold second place in my baseball loyalties as I lived in suburban Atlanta as a boy and attended the first game of the Braves. You will have no trouble picking out my car in the church parking lot!

I used to be a regular runner, including my participation in a Charlotte marathon and the Broad Street Run in Philadelphia. A broken hip four years ago marked an end to such activity as my orthopedic surgeon said “You could keep running, but I wouldn’t recommend it.” For exercise now, I go to our local YMCA three to four times each week with long walks on the days in between. I’m looking forward to exploring new routes on outings from the manse.

In our two years since retirement, we have traveled extensively and doted regularly on our four grandchildren. Two weeks ago, I sang at the Festival of Carols concerts offered by the Montgomery County Chorale and Orchestra. While preparing me for the beautiful music found at BMPC it also gave me new appreciation for the commitment of our choir members and other musicians. In May, I completed training as a voice actor and have narrated two books available on Amazon. At the start of last year, I began a weekly online devotional blog called Ordinary Grace and in June added a podcast version. Both seek to reflect on the everyday moments in life where God is at work. Thus, the 27 months since ending full-time ministry have been a gift.

At my retirement in August of 2023, I had no plan to serve as an Interim Pastor anywhere. Yet through a series of events with God’s fingerprints all over them, I began a conversation with your search committee that has now resulted in the honor of joining you in a time of transition. I am thrilled and humbled to serve in this capacity and look forward to hearing your stories, too, as together we prepare for your next installed pastor.

The Power of Music

As an introvert, I have always loved this time of year. I love autumn, with its bold, then fading colors and increasingly chilly evenings. I love the unique shades of blue the sky takes on in autumn. I love the warmth of community at Thanksgiving. And with each day growing shorter and the darkness longer, this introvert is even more inspired to find creativity and renewal in the solitude and personal reflection that come with these long nights and darkened days.

I love how music reflects the seasons. The music of harvest. The music of Thanksgiving. The music of Advent. Advent has a sound unlike any other season, filled as it is with minor-key music (“O Come, O Come Emmanuel”) and its language, filled with longing, hope, expectation, and wonder. For an introvert, all this inward-looking and longing feels like a deep balm. With the arrival of Christ comes our endless cries of Gloria in excelsis. The world explodes in joy, and all seems well.

In this holiest and most beloved of seasons, it is music that signals the arrival of something different and something profoundly holy. It includes music that fills us with joy and hope. It includes music that salves the brokenhearted and the ill with messages of goodwill, empathy, and love.

In the coming days, you will experience the full scope of this season. Its darkening days and minor keys. Its balm. Its joy. December 14th’s concert, “Prologue to Epilogue,” will trace the entire story of the season with anthems and carols. Singers, brass, organ, bells, and your voices will combine to remind us of our unique Christian heritage and our ever-hopeful nature. The “Longest Night Service” on Wednesday, December 17, will provide balm and solace in the magnificence of our candlelit church, familiar music, soaring solos, and prophetic preaching.

On December 24, the darkness of Advent turns to abundant joy with three incredible Christmas Eve services. The 4:30 p.m. Family Service (the largest service attended of the year) is an explosion of youthful energy and excitement as a cast of 100 children tell and sing the story. With the Bryn Mawr Brass, our staff of organists, our wonderful Choristers, and your voices, the walls of the church will soar with joy. At 8:30 p.m., we will gather around the table to hear the Christmas story said, sung, and preached, and celebrate the birth of our Savior. At 11:00 p.m., the much-beloved choir-led Christmas Lessons and Carols will return. Led by our renowned Sanctuary Choir and a cast of lay readers, the glorious story will be retold through scripture and song. From Adam to Mary to the Shepherds and the Wise Men, no characters will be excluded!

Where Advent music whispers promise, Christmas music proclaims fulfillment. Singing together, be it “Silent Night” or “Joy to the World,” or listening to the choir soar in its harmony, is a communal act that transforms us, individuals, into one people — one breath, one voice, one hope. Such is the power of music. Such is the power of community. Such is the power of this church. Such is the power of Christ.

Does it Ever Get Old?

It is a little surreal to sit in the Education Building and count angel wings. Going through the stack (yes, we have a stack of angel wings!), we were testing to see if they’re still in good repair, checking to see if we need to make a few more, and generally fluffing the feathers. Sitting in a box, they look a little silly, but in just a few weeks’ time, they will be transformed. As a pastor who has the privilege of working with children, my December is filled with the Christmas story. Every Sunday and most weekdays, the story is rehashed in incredible detail: Magi gifts are dusted off, Advent candles are lit, nativities of every size and shape are taken apart and put back together, and the stack of Christmas storybooks just seems to grow! A friend asked me if it ever gets boring, if the story ever grows old.

I had to think for a moment about the question. Does it get boring? Is the story growing stale? It didn’t take me long to answer. The story can’t grow old, because each year I have the privilege of seeing it through new eyes and hearing it told in new voices. Practicing in the Sanctuary with our scripture readers, I hear a new cadence or a new emphasis on words that I have memorized, and the scripture is alive again. Sitting with students, new questions are posed, and I have to look at the story in a new way. Watching our angels as they turn and shake their wings, I see the heavenly host descending again, bringing good news to all people.

I hope each of you finds opportunities to see, hear, and experience the story of God’s love poured out in Jesus Christ. It might be at the Live Nativity this Sunday as Mary and Joseph maneuver through the sheep and goats. It might be in the fellowship of singing together at Carols and Cocoa, it could be in the gift of joy at the Youth Reindeer Games, in the beauty of the choir singing at the Christmas Concert, or in the quiet of the Longest Night Service. It may also be found in a simple prayer, the lights shining through the night, or returning to that old story again and listening for God’s new word today.