Christmas 2007, Our Lady of Grace 4:00, Midnight, 9:30AM. Midnight Mass readings.

 

“Great Joy” – a story written to help us understand the true meaning of Christmas:   The week before Christmas, a monkey appeared on the corner of a very busy street.  He was wearing a green vest and wearing a red hat. With the monkey was an old man, an organ grinder, who played Christmas music for the people on the street.

 

In the daytime, when the sun shone, the monkey’s vest glittered and flashed, and from the window of her apartment little Frances could see the tin cup the monkey held out to the people who walked by.  If it were very quiet for just a minute, she could hear the music.  The songs sounded sad and far away like the music from a dream.

 

The little girl said to her mother, “Where do they go at night?”  “Who?” her mother asked.   “That man and his monkey.   “Oh Frances,” the mother said, “Don’t ask me questions that I can’t answer. I’m sure they go somewhere.  Everyone goes somewhere at night.”  “But where?” said Frances.  “I have no idea” her mother said.   “Now turn around so that I can pin the bottom of your robe” her mother said.  “Now all I have to do is hem it, and you’ll be ready for the Christmas play.  Have you memorized your line?”  “Yes” Frances said.  “Are you excited about the Christmas play?”  “Yes” Frances said as she turned away from her mother to look out the window again at the monkey and the old man on the street.

 

That night Frances made herself stay awake very, very late. She hummed songs to herself and said her multiplication tables.  She named the capitals of all the States.  Every time she felt as if she might fall asleep she shook her head and pinched her arm.  Finally at midnight France got out of bed and crept down the hallway to look out the living room window. She looked down onto the street. She saw the organ grinder, but where was the monkey?  Her heart thumped.  And then she saw him tucked inside the old man’s overcoat, his small red hat still on his head.  The organ grinder saw Frances watching him from the window.  He took his cap from his head and raised it up toward her.

 

The next morning Frances told her mother, “They sleep on the street, even when it snows.  Maybe they could come to our house for dinner?”  “No they can’t” her mother said. “Why not?”  Frances pleaded.   Her mother said, “They’re strangers, that is why.  Now eat your breakfast Frances.  You have a big day ahead of you with the Christmas play.” 

 

It snowed all day and by evening Frances had to wear her boots to walk to church for the Christmas play.  The old organ grinder and the monkey were still on the corner.   Frances ran up to them and put a nickel in the monkey’s cup.  “I am going to be in the Christmas play tonight,” she told the old man.  “I have one line to say.  Do you want to come and hear it?”   “Frances” her mother said.  “Come along now.  We are going to be late for the play.”   Frances yelled back to the old man. “Please come to the play. The church is just down the street.”  The organ grinder smiled, looked sad, and said nothing.

 

When Francis got to the church everyone was already in costume.  The shepherds walked out on stage first and Frances followed them.  The choir director looked at Frances and whispered “Now”.  Frances opened her mouth, but nothing came out.  One of the shepherds poked her and whispered, “Say it, say it.”  Frances could not speak.  All she could think about was the old organ grinder standing in the snow and the little monkey. 

 

Then it happened.  The big doors at the back of the churched opened and in walked the old organ grinder and his monkey.  Frances threw open her arms and shouted, “Behold, I bring you tidings of great joy!  Jesus has come and no one will ever have to stand alone outside in the cold ever again.”        (Modified from the book of Kate DiCamillo)

 

The large picture of the Holy Family behind the altar was painted by one of the orphans at the orphanage in Nicaragua that two parishioners and I visited a few weeks ago. We had it enlarged as a gift from that orphanage to us on Christmas.  While we were in Nicaragua we watched four to seven year old orphans do a special performance of their Christmas play for us.  When Mary and Joseph entered Bethlehem and made the rounds of various places to stay, the child acting as the innkeeper yelled out a firm “No” as Joseph begged for a room.  The little boy who played Joseph looked very upset at not being able to find a place for his wife and for the baby who was coming very soon.  Many of the children in the play knew what it was like to be homeless because they had been living on the streets or had been abandoned by their parents.  There was a lot of deep feeling in the room. 

 

Watching these little orphans retell the Christmas story reminded me that we are all alone, lost and lonely at times.  Christmas expresses God’s love for the orphan in each of us.   Some of us have lost our parents in death. I had my mother until she was 93, but now that she has gone to God I have become an adult orphan with a lonely place in my life that is especially sharp at Christmas.  Maybe our favorite grandma or grandpa has gone to heaven. As we grow older in life or just move on in life, even from grade school to high school, we leave friends behind and we experience loneliness in our lives.   Family members move away, fellow workers change jobs, we face a challenge or illness that others have difficulty understanding.  The fact that we are only a speck in a very large universe can leave us feeling abandoned and unimportant.  There are times when we all feel like orphans, alone and unimportant in a world that is much too big for us.

 

Then it happens.  Jesus opens the door of our hearts and enters into the darkness within each of us.  Christ alone is the answer to the orphan that hides inside.  I proclaim to you great Joy – Jesus has come and no one will ever have to be alone outside in the cold again.  

 

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum

I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum

I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum

That's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum,

rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

 

Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,

On my drum?