Homily: December 24 and 25, 2015 - Christmas Eve and Christmas Day

Christmas, YEAR C; Rev. Phil Boelter, Vicar The holidays are here.


And we are all preparing for and expecting visitors


Or perhaps in a few short hours


we will be Christmas visitors ourselves.



The cookies are baked.


The snack tray is full,


The mulled wine is fully spiced, warm and ready to go.


Christmas is the season of visitors.


And doubly so tonight, (today)


As we pause in front of the Manger Scene..



For God didn’t just write a book.


God didn’t just send some prophets and teachers.


God came to visit US in human flesh.


In a manger surrounded by rulers and peasants


And two loving parents.


He still comes today.


I’d like to share a Christmas poem with you about one such very singular visit.



It happened one day near December's end.

Two neighbors called on an old friend

And they found his shop so meager and lean

Made gay with thousand bows of green.

And Conrad was sitting with face a-shine

When he suddenly stopped as he stitched a twine.


And he said, "Old friends, at dawn today

When the cock was crowing the night away

The Lord appeared in a dream to me"

And said, "I'm coming your guest to be."


So I've been busy with feet astir

Strewing my shop with branches of fern.

The table is spread and the kettle is shined

And over the rafters the holly is twined.


Now I'll wait for my Lord to appear

And listen closely so I will hear His step

as He nears my humble place.

And I'll open the door and look on His face.


So his friends went home and left Conrad alone

For this was the happiest day he had known.

For long since, his family had passed away

And Conrad had spent many a sad Christmas Day

But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas Guest

This Christmas would be the dearest and the best.


So he listened with only joy in his heart

And with every sound he would rise with a start

And look for the Lord to be at his door

Like the vision he had had a few hours before.


So he ran to the window after hearing a sound

But all he could see on the snow covered ground

Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn

And all of his clothes were ragged and worn.


But Conrad was touched and he went to the door

And he said, "You know, your feet must be frozen and sore

I have some shoes in my shop for you

And a coat that will keep you warmer too."


So with grateful heart the man went away

But Conrad noticed the time of day

And wondered what made the Lord so late

And how much longer he'd have to wait.



When he heard a knock, he ran to the door

But it was only a stranger once more

A bent old lady with a shawl of black

With a bundle of kindling piled on her back.

She asked for only a place to rest

But that was reserved for Conrad's Great Guest.


But her voice seemed to plead "Don't send me away!

Let me rest for awhile on Christmas Day"

So Conrad brewed her a steaming cup

And told her to sit at the table and sup.


But after she left he was filled with dismay

For he saw that the hours were slipping away

And the Lord hadn't come as he said he would

And Conrad felt sure he had misunderstood.


When out of the stillness he heard a cry

Please help me and tell me where am I?"

So again he opened his friendly door

And stood disappointed as twice before

It was only a child who had wandered away

And was lost from her family on Christmas Day.


Again Conrad's heart was heavy and sad

But he knew he should make the little girl glad

So he called her in and he wiped her tears

And quieted all her childish fears.


Then he led her back to her home once more

But as he entered his own darkened door

He knew the Lord was not coming today

For the hours of Christmas had passed away.


So he went to his room and knelt down to pray

And he said, "Dear Lord, why did You delay?

What kept You from coming to call on me?

For I wanted so much Your face to see.”


When soft in the silence a voice he heard

"Lift up your head for I kept my word

Three times my shadow crossed your floor

And three times I came to your lonely door."


"I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet

And I was the woman you gave something to eat

I was the child on the homeless street.


Three times I knocked and three times I came in,

And each time I found the warmth of a friend.

Of all the gifts, love is the best

And I was honored to be your Christmas Guest.”







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