Altdorfer nativity painting reflection

My Reflections on Altdorfer nativity painting
2017 Christmas

John 8:12

Darkness and Destruction dominate the landscape. It is truly a time of “night-ness;” a projection of  human brokenness and fear, vulnerability and hopelessness. The night presses hard against the light, wanting to push the deep dark shadows of despair into this moment of promise.

At the side, a two-trunked tree stands like a column of black smoke arising from burning rubbish. Even the surrounding vegetation is muted and stunted, without bud or flower. Exposed roots hang like tentacles from the barren sod to find despair  written upon both these crumbling ruins and that of nature herself.

Of interest is that the dominant feature in the foreground is a collapsed wall of bricks. Made of “clay,” they reflect the temporal and finite nature shared within the baseness of human origins.  Relentless Time has broken and scattered them like so many dead leaves. Once proud markers of strength, the bricks speak their message of eventual brokenness, to become returned to the soil from which they came. Familiar in some strange way, to those  which now adorn our lives of grandeur,  chipped and tarnished, they whisper their warning of the “vanities of vanities.”

A precarious brick column leans in the foreground, teetering, upon near collapse. By all appearances, supported by only a single brick, this heavy column should have fallen long ago. Contrary to what one would imagine, it proudly stands defying all sense of earthly expectations, its balance strikingly challenging our familiar laws of nature. Furthermore, this same inversion of perception is also demonstrated in the wall, with its inner corner facing outwards, rather than inwards, as one would normally construct a building. It is the opposite of what we would design; and it forms another inversion of our conceptual expectations. It, too, seems to stand against our understanding of how reality should be commonly viewed and experienced.

What is Altdorfer trying to convey in this disruption to our sense of familiar structure and nature? Could it be to confront one with a reality outside our usual perceptions, something unexpected and unexplainable; something almost mysterious? Is there more to earthly insight than meets the eye? Could it be that this teasing with the unusual and unorthodox is as if to say, “This event, the Nativity, the Incarnation of Jesus Christ introduces a reality beyond earthly imaginings.” It represents an “inbreaking” of the infinite and eternal into a broken-down world. Divinity arrives in unexpected form to turn the world’s despair upside down, inside out, beyond all earthly conventions and convictions, even the laws of nature. The Mighty King arrives as vulnerable babe, throne sacrificed for a manger, serving to die in order to give life to slaves to sin.

The only structure still appearing intact are the stairs leading up to the second story door. They lead to what seems to be a neglected door, unused and forgotten. One wonders if it symbolizes a forgotten Way. At the moment the door is closed. Curiosity calls us to open this door. “Where does the door lead?” we want to know. But this is a door leading to an experience unknown to us; and we need someone to confidently open the door for us into the Way of our intended purpose. Is it too much to hope that this could be a door out of this scene of suffering and in to a realm of hope? A simple Door; but perhaps a life-giving Door at that.

An ox chews lazily on the hay, while a donkey stands next to Mary. Both simple beasts of burden; and they are here, too. Altdorfer reminds us that this is a scene of poverty and of great need. Even Joseph and Mary seem subdued in the shadows. There are no shepherds bringing their praises, nor wise men bearing gifts. There are none of influence or affluence. For the One to lift and bear our burdens has already arrived. It will be He, the Christ child, who will be known as our “Good Shepherd.” It will be He who will live amongst the poor and the needy, and compassionately care for them, and give them hope.

It is not hard to notice how the stark contrast between that of light and darkness dominates this painting. This contrast proclaims the ever-present conflict between good and evil, between Truth and delusion. The battle that was first engaged in a beautiful Garden (”for you shall not surely die”), now pivots in a humble, straw-filled manger. It is another inversion of sorts. Contrary to our expectations and understandings. For the power of sin was sired by the serpent; and defeated by a Savior, born as a babe.

A full moon reminds us of the “fullness of time” when divine hope will shine through the world’s dark despair. This “fullness of time” speaks of a formative moment in time and space…a unique, extraordinary time of fulfillment. For this is a time of both revelation and redemption. In this moment a gift of Hope is given to Humankind.

Two groups of angels are presented in this nativity painting. One heavenly framed group of three angels announce Christ’s arrival; while three other angels are earthbound, ministering to the new born babe.
Perhaps to emphasize Christ’s dual nature, the two groups of angels, whether heavenly or earthly presented, are adorned in the Father’s golden glory. For this is a royal event; the heralding of a King, who reigns over both heaven and earth.

Altdorfer presents the Christ child in a most interesting way. Not cradled in Mary’s arms, as frequently portrayed, but rather, surrounded by the glory of angels. Furthermore, Christ is painted in the similar golden tones as the attending angels – almost blending into their heavenly glory – tiny, unobtrusive, almost an afterthought in the painting, yet front and center and shrouded in Divine Glory; as if to highlight Christ’s Divinity in the midst of our earthly despair. As the angels gently lower the Christ Child upon the sheet of linen, it is as though He is yet to touch the barrenness of earth. And the linens that soon will be draped around His naked form to give him warmth and protection will soon become an unraveled shroud of mystery as He is released from His earthly redemptive death; and resumes His Divine heavenly form and position at the right hand of God the Father.
But Altdorfer doesn’t stop in surprising us here: he positions the Christ child in a very unusual manner; not lying horizontally, nor head up; but upside down, head first! We are not used to seeing the Christ child portrayed this way, and it causes us to pause a bit.
The Christ child’s unusual position, upside down, contrasts with our, and the world’s, vision of right-sidedness. Again, an inversion of sorts which speaks to something or someone that is unexpected or much different than our usual perceptions. Jesus Christ, the Holy Babe, intrudes “head first” into time and space. His incarnation, this Light, will break into the darkness of despair and bring hope into a world of brokenness. For He proclaims, “I am” the Light of the world.”

On the horizon, a tiny patch of blue sky heralds the breaking dawn of a new day.
The darkness will be rolled back for all time. Because forgiveness is offered. Compassion and healing is given; and redemption can be claimed through the arrival and the finished work of Jesus Christ.
Christ is born…and He has told us His message of hope: “I am the Way, the Truth and the Life.”

[lem]
12/22/17; revised 12/14/19

Major Ballou letter

There is, perhaps, no better illustration of this commitment to principle and honor than is seen in a letter written by Major Sullivan Ballou of the Union Army. He penned it to his wife, Sarah, a week before the battle of Bull Run, July 14, 1861. They had been married only six years. These powerful words still touch my soul.

My Very Dear Sarah:

The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more….

I have no misgivings about or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American civilization now leans on the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing, perfectly willing, to lay down all my joys in this life to help maintain this Government and to pay that debt….

Sarah, my love for you is deathless: it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break, and yet my love for country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on, with all these chains to the battle-field.

The memories of all the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most deeply grateful to God, and you, that I have enjoyed them so long. And how hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grown up to honorable manhood around us.

If I do not [return], my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battle-field, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless, how foolish I have often-times been….

O Sarah, if the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you in the gladdest day and in the darkest night, amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always: and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, or the cool air cools your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.

Sarah, do not mourn me dead: think I am gone, and wait for me, for we shall meet again….

Sullivan

Major Ballou was killed one week later at the first battle of Bull Run. I wonder, don’t you, if he did indeed utter Sarah’s name as he lay dying on the battlefield. She undoubtedly suffered the greater pain in the aftermath of that terrible war.

James Dobson printed in newsletter from Focus on the Family; March 1994

The Gift of the Magi

The Gift of the Magi

An old short story we always read at Christmas time as a family tradition is called “The Gift of the Magi” and was written by O’Henry on December 10, 1905. In the story, Christmas is rapidly approaching and Jim and Della both struggle with buying a gift for the other person, each with very little money. Jim deeply loves his wife, Della, and badly wants to purchase the lovely combs for Della’s long flowing hair that she has been admiring in a nearby storefront window. Della loves her Jim just as deeply and desires to buy the perfect gift of a gold chain for the gold pocket watch that he prizes so greatly. O’Henry concludes his story with these words,

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and set on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. When she heard his step on the stairway down on the first flight, she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things and now she whispered, “Please God, make him think I am still pretty.”
The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only 22- and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.
Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that particular expression on his face.
Della wiggled off the table and went for him.
“Jim, darling,” she cried, “don’t look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn’t have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It’ll grow again -you won’t mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say ‘Merry Christmas!’ Jim, and let’s be happy. You don’t know what a nice- what a beautiful, nice gift I’ve got for you.”
“You’ve cut off your hair? asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.
“Cut it off and sold it,” said Della. “Don’t you like me just as well, anyhow? I’m me without my hair, ain’t I?”
Jim looked around the room curiously.
“You say you’re hair is gone?” he said, with an air almost of idiocy.
“You needn’t look for it,” said Della. “It’s sold, I tell you- sold and gone, too. It’s Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered,” she went on with the sudden serious sweetness, “but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?”
Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della…
Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it up on the table.
“Don’t make any mistake, Dell,” he said, “about me. I don’t think there’s anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you’ll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first.” White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick, feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.
For there lay the Combs- the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jeweled rims- just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say, “My hair grows so fast, Jim!”
And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, “Oh, oh!”
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seem to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.
“Is it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You’ll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it.”
Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under back of his head and smiled.
“Dell,” he said, let’s put our Christmas presents away and keep ‘em a while. They’re too nice to use just at this present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on.”
The magi, as you know, were wise men – wonderfully wise men – who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are the wisest. Everywhere they are the wisest. They are the magi.

Humor: Church Bulletins and Announcements

They’re back! Those wonderful Church Bulletins! Thank God for the church ladies with typewriters. These sentences actually appeared in church bulletins or were announced at church services:

The Fasting & Prayer Conference includes meals.
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Scouts are saving aluminium cans, bottles, and other items to be recycled.
Proceeds will be used to cripple children.

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The sermon this morning: ‘Jesus Walks on the Water’
The sermon tonight: ‘Searching for Jesus’

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Ladies, don’t forget the rummage sale. It’s a chance to get rid of those things not worth keeping around the house. Bring your husbands.

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Don’t let worry kill you off – let the Church help.
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Miss Charlene Mason sang ‘I will not pass this way again,’ giving obvious pleasure to the congregation.

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For those of you who have children and don’t know it, we have a nursery downstairs.

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Next Thursday there will be try-outs for the choir. They need all the help they can get.

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Irving Benson and Jessie Carter were married on October 24 in the church. So ends a friendship that began in their school days.

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A bean supper will be held on Tuesday evening in the church hall. Music will follow.

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At the evening service tonight, the sermon topic will be ‘What Is Hell?’
Come early and listen to our choir practice.

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Eight new choir robes are currently needed due to the addition of several new members and to the deterioration of some older ones.

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Please place your donation in the envelope along with the deceased person you want remembered.

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The church will host an evening of fine dining, super entertainment, and gracious hostility.

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Pot-luck supper Sunday at 5:00 PM – prayer and medication to follow.


The ladies of the Church have cast off clothing of every kind.
They may be seen in the basement on Friday afternoon.

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This evening at 7 PM there will be a hymn singing in the park across from the Church.
Bring a blanket and come prepared to sin.

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The pastor would appreciate it if the ladies of the Congregation would lend him their electric girdles for the pancake breakfast next Sunday.

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Low Self Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7 PM. Please use the back door.

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The eighth-graders will be presenting Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’ in the Church basement Friday at 7 PM. The congregation is invited to attend this tragedy.

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Weight Watchers will meet at 7 PM at the First Presbyterian Church.
Please use large double door at the side entrance.

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And this one just about sums them all up?…

The Associate Minister unveiled the church’s new campaign slogan last Sunday:
‘I Upped My Pledge – Up Yours!’

Bubba

His name was Bubba; he was from Mississippi

…And he needed a loan,

So…

He walked into a bank in New York City and asked for the loan officer. He told the loan officer that he was going to Paris for an international Redneck festival for two weeks and needed to borrow $5,000; and that he was not a depositor of the bank.

The bank officer told him that the bank would need some form of security for the loan, so the Redneck handed over the keys to a new Ferrari. The car was parked on the street in front of the bank. The Redneck produced the title and everything checked out. The loan
officer agreed to hold the car as collateral for the loan and
apologized for having to charge 12% interest.

Later, the bank’s president and its officers all enjoyed a good laugh
at the Redneck from the South for using a $250,000 Ferrari as
collateral for a $5,000 loan. An employee of the bank then drove the
Ferrari into the bank’s private underground garage and parked it.

Two weeks later, the Redneck returned, repaid the $5,000 and the
interest of $23.07. The loan officer said, “Sir, we are very happy to
have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very
nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked
you out on Dunn & Bradstreet and found that you are a Distinguished
Alumni from Ole Miss University, a highly sophisticated investor and
multi-millionaire with real estate and financial interests all over
the world. Your investments include a large number of wind turbines
around Sweetwater, Texas.”

“What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow $5,000?”
The good ‘ole boy replied, “Where else in New York City can I park my
car for two weeks for only $23.07 and expect it to be there when I
return?”

His name was BUBBA….Keep an eye on those southern boys!
Just because they talk funny does not necessarily mean they’re stupid.

“Old Ironsides”

> LITTLE KNOWN TIDBIT OF NAVAL HISTORY.

> The U.S.S. Constitution (Old Ironsides), as a combat vessel, carried
48,600 gallons of fresh water for her crew of 475 officers and men.

This was sufficient to last six months of sustained operations at
sea. She carried no evaporators (I.e. Fresh water distillers).

> However, let it be noted that according to her ship’s log,

> “On July 27, 1798, the U.S.S.Constitution sailed from
Boston with a full complement
of 475 officers and men, 48,600 gallons of fresh water, 7,400 cannon shot, 11,600 pounds of black powder and 79,400 gallons of rum.”

> Her mission: “To destroy and harass English shipping.”

> Making Jamaica on 6 October, she took on 826 pounds of flour and 68,300 gallons of rum.
Then she headed for the Azores , arriving there 12 November. She provisioned with 550 pounds of beef and 64,300 gallons of Portuguese wine.

> On 18 November, she set sail for England .. In the ensuing
days she defeated five British men-of-war and captured and
scuttled 12 English merchant ships, salvaging only the rum
aboard each.

> By 26 January, her powder and shot were exhausted.

> Nevertheless, although unarmed she made a night raid up the Firth of Clyde in Scotland . Her landing party captured a whisky distillery and transferred 40,000 gallons of single malt Scotch aboard by dawn. Then she headed home.

> The U.S.S. Constitution arrived in Boston on 20 February 1799,
with no cannon shot, no food, no powder, no rum, no wine,
no whisky, and 38,600 gallons of water.

> GO NAVY!

Across A Table

Across a Table

Two soulmates meet
Across a linen-covered table
Both with heads bowed low
In reverential worship.

What once was prayer
Is antiquated now.
The light of candle yields to screen
The touch of hand, to keyboard now.

Eyes of warm affection
Now glisten with icons bright
And attentions of loving kindness
Are lost to another’s place.

Moments lost, in which
To share, to dream, to love.
Swept away, in thoughtless
Acts of monotony.

Two soul mates meet
Across a linen-covered table now
Eye to eye
Speaking wordless thoughts.

Of memories dear,
Of tears and laughter;
And light now glows
From love endeared.

June 2018
lem

Prayer: Pastor Joe Wright

3/21/99
This prayer was really spoken before the Kansas State legislators.

When Pastor Joe Wright was asked to open the new session of the Kansas
Senate, everyone was expecting the usual politically correct
generalities.

But, what they heard instead was a stirring prayer, passionately
calling our country to repentance and righteousness. The response was
immediate, and a number of legislators walked out during the prayer. In
six short weeks, the Central Christian Church had logged more than
5,000 phone calls, with only 47 of those calls responding negatively.

Commentator Paul Harvey aired the prayer on the radio and received a
larger response to this program than any other program he has ever
aired. The Central Christian Church is now receiving international
requests for copies of this prayer from India, Africa, and Korea.
Pastor Joe’s prayer is reprinted
here as an encouragement and challenge for each of us.

“Heavenly Father, we come before You today to ask Your forgiveness and
seek Your direction and guidance. We know Your Word says, ‘Woe on
those
who call evil good’, but that’s exactly what we have done. We have
lost our spiritual equilibrium and inverted our values.

We confess that:
We have ridiculed the absolute truth of Your Word and called it
pluralism.
We have worshipped other gods and called it multiculturalism.
We have endorsed perversion and called it an alternative lifestyle.
We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery.
We have neglected the needy and called it self-preservation.
We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.
We have killed our unborn children and called it choice.
We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable.
We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building
self-esteem.
We have abused power and called it political savvy.
We have coveted our neighbor’s possessions and called it ambition.
We have polluted our air with profanity and pornography and called it
freedom of expression.

We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and
called it enlightenment.

Search us, O God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from every sin
and set us free. Guide and bless these men and women who have been
sent this great state. Grant them the wisdom to rule, and may their
decisions direct us to the center of Your will. I ask it in the name
of Your Son, the Living Savior, Jesus Christ, Amen.”

Psalm of Thanksgiving

Psalm of Thanksgiving

“It is good to give thanks to the Lord,
And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High
To declare Thy lovingkindness in the morning,
And Thy faithfulness at night.”         Psalm 92: 1-2

 

O Lord, thank you for the solitude of these moments,
For the quietness that soothes my mind from the busyness of the day.
Thank you for these moments of interlude between those of action
That allow me to reflect and remember.

Almighty are You, O Lord,
Yet Your lovingkindness and faithfulness are for all generations.
For in Your goodness you have created a place for us,
A place in creation filled with the beauty of the rose and the freshness of the dew.

Your creation reminds me of the gentleness of Your hand, dear Lord.
The rhythms of the seasons teach me of the forces you have set in motion,
Those motions of change set in a secure movement of divine fashioning.
For in the uncertainty of this world I can trust in the sovereignty of Your will.

O Lord, thank You for Your hand of fashioning.
That way in which You gently form and shape our souls,
For the joys and sorrows in this present time
Which move us from simple creature to eternal being.

Gracious are You, O Lord,
For the way You provide us with companions for this journey,
For the gift of relationships that care and support us,
For the pictures and experiences of love in the here and now
that remind and teach us of Your great eternal love for each of us.

Your grace reminds me of Your wonderful faithfulness, dear Lord.
A Rock before all others, unmovable, that speaks of abiding truth.
For I can place my confidence in You, O Lord,
For Your lovingkindness and faithfulness are for all eternity.

lem: 11/7/2010