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Christmas Thought: This reflection on Christmas occurred after Bono had
just returned home, to Dublin, from a long tour with U2. On Christmas
Eve Bono went to the famous St. Patrick’s Cathedral, where Jonathan
Swift was dean. Apparently he was given a really poor seat, one
obstructed by a pillar, making it even more difficult for him to keep
his eyes open…but it was there that Christmas story struck him like never before. He writes:
“The idea that God, if there is a force of Logic and Love in the
universe, that it would seek to explain itself is amazing enough. That
it would seek to explain itself and describe itself by becoming a child
born in straw poverty, in shit and straw…a child… I just thought: “Wow!”
Just the poetry … Unknowable love, unknowable power, describes itself
as the most vulnerable. There it was. I was sitting there, and it’s not
that it hadn’t struck me before, but tears came streaming down my face,
and I saw the genius of this, utter genius of picking a particular point
in time and deciding to turn on this.”
Isn’t it compelling? The
logic and love of a personal God revealing himself, accounting for our
personality, our propensity to love. And oh, the mercy of God, born in
shit and straw, to rescue us from ourselves, our godless gift-giving,
and our arrogant disregard for God and for others so that we might know
and enjoy him and his new creation forever. And that he, the infinite
God, would do it in Christ, in time, in space, in confounding
condescension to pivot the course of the entire creation project from
despair, destruction, and dereliction to a hopeful, whole, and happy
future.
Will you ponder the poetry of Christmas this year, the
genius of the incarnation? What obstructions are in your path to
dwelling on the vulnerable, inexhaustible power and love of God in
Christ? Renounce them and rivet your attention on the Christ.
Excerpt taken from Bono: in conversation (New York: Riverhead Books, 2005), 124-5.
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