Aloha Friday Message – December 21, 2012 – The End of It All

1251AFC122112 – The End of It ALL

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Nineteen-month-old Jenna waddled over to Liz, her mom, and raised her chubby arms. “Mama carry me.” Liz scooped her up in one practiced motion, stationed Jenna on her left hip, and went on with fixing breakfast for Jackie, her brother, and John, her husband. Jenna snuggled against Liz, stuck out her left hand, and said, “Um!” “Use your words, sweetie,” her mom said as she transferred a corner of toasted bread from Jackie’s plate to Jenna’s outstretched fingers. “Um! Um!” Jenna mashed the toast into her mouth and held out her hand for more.


Frank left the counter in the sports bookie lounge grumbling about “not fair,” and “it wouldn’t kill you,” as the bookie shook his head in disgust and disbelief saying, “I can’t believe he actually expected us to carry him until next game! What does he think we are, Chase-Manhattan?” Frank turned and glared at him, and then banged his way through the door and out into the sleet and rain which effectively hid the tears he shed because once again, Christmas for his wife and kids would be pretty stark. He’d make it up to them, though. Yes. He would. Next week, next game, enough to carry them through for a long, long time.


James was absolutely worn out. He and his older brother Eddie had been walking for days, it seemed. Even though James knew it had only been three, or maybe four, hours, he was barely able to take one step after another. Eddie had said they should stay put and wait for someone to find them, but James started crying and wanted to go look for the rest of the Eddie’s Scout Troop. James had been invited along to explore joining Troop 561 as a Tiger Cub, and now he was sure they wouldn’t accept him. He tripped and fell suddenly, and Eddie reached to pull him up. James, angry because he was embarrassed, growled, “You don’t have to carry me, Eddie. I can make it on my own!” But inwardly, he wanted Eddie to carry him; he was so tired!


Many years ago, a score of centuries in the past, a Messenger named Gabriel spoke to a teenager named Mary and said – in effect – “God has a request for you. He says, ‘Please, carry me.'” Mary said, “Whatever you ask, I will do. Whatever you do, I will accept.” And so she carried Emanuel in her virginal womb, and all her life she carried God’s Son, and our Brother through adoption, Jesus, in her heart and after his death, she once again carried him in her arms. As the Lord’s handmaid, she declared she was utterly dependent on him. As the Mother of God, he – Baby Jesus – became utterly dependent on her.  Both did so willingly out of loving obedience.


Today was supposed to be the end of the world. If you are reading this, and if you are all in one piece, then the world did not end – for you at least. There are hundreds of thousands of people who will die today, and it is the end of the world for them. For you and me, it is perhaps the end of an era, or even something more mundane – the end of the week. Tomorrow we’ll do laundry, clean the garage, maybe have to shovel snow out of the driveway, and try to finish up our Christmas shopping. Sunday, we’ll go to church – you will won’t you? – we’ll listen to the sermon and try to remember that Jesus is the Reason for the Season even if we never did find a music box for Aunt Maxine. But today as we cart our gifts to relatives’ houses or to the post office (too late!), and as we remind ourselves to take the turkey out of the freezer to thaw in the refrigerator, we easily forget; we have another request pending: “Carry me.”

That is the end of it, Beloved; Carry me. WE all remember the masterful work by that famous author Anonymous called Footprints in the Sand. We remember that when there was only one set of footprints in the sand, that was when Jesus was carrying us. A good and true image of how God works in our lives to protect and sustain us, this story of Footprints in the Sand is often a source of comfort in times of trial.

But, we are also called to be “Christ-Bearers.” Mary came to be known as the Θεοτόκος, Theotokos, God-Bearer. I am, you are, we are called to also be Theotokos in accordance with the measure of Grace which God has given us to carry the Word, the λόγος – Logos – the Christ for God’s words are Spirit and Life, and God’s Word of Life is Jesus whom Mary carried in her womb until he was born alive as a human, and then in her heart as he became and remains resurrected and alive. Now he also asks to be carried in our hearts. Can you, can I, can we carry him with the love, the faith, and the eternal commitment and purity Mary has when she carried him in her womb and in her heart? Perhaps, if we are very, very blessed (Blessed are you among women), but even if we cannot match Mary’s fervor or her measure of the Graces of Faith and Obedience, we can make room for Jesus as she did:

Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown,
When Thou camest to earth for me;
But in Bethlehem’s home was there found no room
For Thy holy nativity:
Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
There is room in my heart for Thee;
Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus, come,
There is room in my heart for Thee.


And that is The End of It All, Beloved. Simply say “Yes” when God says to you, “Carry me.” It is not a question. It is not a command. It is sort ofa request. Most of all, it is an instruction. It is simply, “carry me.” Everything else, anything else, is suddenly secondary. Will you take a moment now, please, and imagine the moment Mary looked out the window a Jesus rough-housing with Joseph. Mary calls out, “All right you ruffians! It’s time for dinner. Come in and wash up.” Joseph rises and takes Jesus by the hand and says, “Come on, Yeshua, it smells good in there. Let’s see what your mama’s gotten ready for us.” Jesus takes off running then runs and skips back over to Joseph and tackles him around the knees saying, “Aw, Abba, let’s wrestle one more time!” “No, son, we need to get inside. Come on. Let’s go.” “OK, Abba. Carry me?”

And Mary smiles as she turns away from the window. She was the first one ever, in all Eternity, to be asked by God, “Carry me?” She helped carry him to Jerusalem these first six years. Although she did not yet know then, from ages seven through age eleven would carry himself. At age twelve, he would turn back to the Temple as he began to understand more clearly, “I am here to carry God my Father into the presence of these my brethren.” A little tear touches the corner of Mary’s eye just as Joseph ducks through the low door with Jesus over his right shoulder – the shame shoulder upon which Jesus would later carry his cross. But today, for Mary and Joseph, carrying Jesus was just part of living, just part of loving him and loving each other.

There is nothing else to do. If you carry him, you will have room only for him, strength only for his instructions, love only in his Love. He will become in you The Word of God, and that will be Spirit and Life. It is the End of It All because it becomes Eternal in God when the world comes to Judgment.

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a … reward.

But what about the times you need to be carried? Will Jesus still lift you to carry you across the sand? And is that sand by the beach, or is it in the desert? Yes, Jesus will carry you and through the miraculous Mystery of the Incarnation, you will also carry him, Emanuel – God-With-Us. You will be in this World, but not of it. Even if the World does end, you will not, and that is the Truth. You will receive your Eternal Reward, and that is the Truth. As Frank Peretti has said, “There has to be a Truth that is fixed and objective and separate from you, it has to be true whether you believe it or not, it has to be true whether you like it or not, it has to be true whether you have ever heard of it or not… it’s just true.” The truth is that when you carry Christ, you carry Truth.



Please remember each life and all of the lives that person touched as you pray through this list

Charlotte Bacon, 2/22/06, female
Daniel Barden, 9/25/05, male
Rachel Davino, 7/17/83, female.
Olivia Engel, 7/18/06, female
Josephine Gay, 12/11/05, female
Ana M. Marquez-Greene, 04/04/06, female
Dylan Hockley, 3/8/06, male
Dawn Hochsprung, 06/28/65, female
Madeleine F. Hsu, 7/10/06, female
Catherine V. Hubbard, 6/08/06, female
Chase Kowalski, 10/31/05, male
Jesse Lewis, 6/30/06, male
James Mattioli , 3/22/06, male
Grace McDonnell, 12/04/05, female
Anne Marie Murphy, 07/25/60, female
Emilie Parker, 5/12/06, female
Jack Pinto, 5/06/06, male
Noah Pozner, 11/20/06, male
Caroline Previdi, 9/07/06, female
Jessica Rekos, 5/10/06, female
Avielle Richman, 10/17/06, female
Lauren Rousseau, 6/1982, female
Mary Sherlach, 2/11/56, female
Victoria Soto, 11/04/85, female
Benjamin Wheeler, 9/12/06, male
Allison N. Wyatt, 7/03/06, female
– Adam Lanza, date not given



Whatever, whenever, wherever, whoever, however, if ever, forever — at your service, Beloved.


I’ll be back again just before Epiphany. Meanwhile

May Hope, and Peace, and Joy, and Love

Be yours through the coming of

The Christ Child

Carry Me …


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