A meditation on Christmas
by Fr. Thierry de Roucy
Two thousand Christmases are behind us. This one, we want it to be new. A new Christmas of a new millennium. Like the first one. Or, most certainly, like the last one. Dressed as the original one. Or most certainly as the eternal one. Covering all the colors of centuries past. Filled with hope, not naivety. A Christmas that hides itself in the darkest shadows of the night as much as in the most vivid lights. A Christmas that our dazzled eyes can no longer distinguish.
(...) I am above all looking for humanity. Or rather, beauty in man, for a man that is genuinely human. With passion I am constantly searching.
I knock on the doors. I ask «Have you seen a human being with the face of man and the heart of God?» I hope not to find him like Herod questioning the sages, but rather like Balthazar studying the sky. With the spirit of the child. And walking on sand. With the feet of a child.
(...) In Bethlehem, the star stops. The Son is under the Father. Man under the star. And man has a real name: Emmanuel. This is Christmas: to believe that man has a name and to embrace it. A name that is beyond any definition. A name above all names. A name no-one can seize.
(...) Surprise. The star does not rest on palaces but on a cowshed. On slums swarming with drugs. On smoke-filled basements. On vacant lots. Not on kings but on a baby. On tattered beings. On foul old men. On flesh without appearance. I find there a humanity that I wouldn’t have suspected. Man hides in Egypt when he was expected in Jerusalem…
Emmanuel, like doves, settles there. He settles there, where flesh lives. Where blood boils.
In the deep silence
Of a desert land
The Word became flesh.
by Father Thierry de Roucy, 2009