Showing posts with label Birth of Christ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birth of Christ. Show all posts

Sunday, December 24, 2023

Nicene Creed

When I first began a serious study of Christianity, I’d been a biblical student long before, I learned the Apostolic Creed.  This is the profession of faith that predated the Nicene Creed of the Council of Nicea of 325 ad called by Emperor Constantine who made Christianity the state church of the Roman Empire.  It dates from the 4th Century and is thought to originate in Gaul or France of today.
The apostolic creed is as follows:
“I believe in God the Father almighty Maker of heaven and earth and in Jesus Christ, his only son, our Lord who was conceived of the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin Mary, who suffered under Pontius Pilate was crucified, died, and was buried, descended into hell, rose again from the dead on the third day, ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of God, the Father almighty, who will come again to judge the living and the dead.
I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and the life everlasting. Amen”

The Nicene Creed from the  is as follows: 

“We believe in one God, the Father Almighty, Maker of all things visible and invisible.
And in one Lord Jesus Christ , the Son of God, begotten of the Father, (the only begotten, that is, of the essence of the Father, God of God,) Light of Light, very God of very God, begotten, not made, consubstantial with the Father;
By whom all thing were made (both in heaven and on earthy).
Who for us men, and for our salvation cane down and was incarnate and was made many 
He suffered, and the third day he rose again, ascended into heaven,
From thence he shall come to judge the quick and the dead.
And in the Holy Ghost.

(But those who say: “there was a time when he was not,” and “He was made of nothing,” or “he is of another substance or essence’ o “The Son of God is created’ or ‘changeable’ or ‘alterable’ - they are condemned by the holy catholic and apostolic church’.

There are slight variations and hair splitting and nit picking in the very august and important writings of the Nicene Creed in the Catholic, Orthodox and Armenian traditions. I have a book somewhere on the creeds and it was an immense work of scholarship that tended to put me to sleep after an hour or two like any committee consensus readings. The key teachings though are

God is - father the almighty

Trinitarianism is ‘Three Gods in one’ .  Dr. James Houston spoke of the Persons of God.  The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.  They were all one and together from the beginning.  They are all and might represent functions or forms but ultimately all is God .  I joked once with an austere man of letters that it sounded me like the Father thought and the Holy Spirit did so wasn’t the Holy Spirit like the mother, activity.  He was not impressed. The mother of then and now is ‘mother of God’.  

There have been centuries of discussion of details and concerns .It culminated in the Medieval Question of how many angels could fit on the tip of a pin.

The Creed’s key is
1.  I believe
2. God the Father immanent transcendent, omnipotent, omnipotential, 
3. Jesus Christ, God the son, Lord
4 God the Holy Spirit
5. Jesus Christ was made man, suffered died and on the third day rose again, descending into hell and ascending into heaven to sit on the right hand side of God 
6. Judgement and Salvation.

I love the Christian rock band Third Day and was blessed to see and hear them when they came to Abbotsford.  Celebration.

I like the painters who for thousands of years painted the vase of flowers, the bowl of fruit and the mother and child. I love how each is interpreted and the would have meaning conveyed in the exercise.  Like the scales that musicians do and the history and respect for tribal culture that is carried in the learning.  I was a hippie of the 60’s generation who said ‘do your own thing’ but as a dancer I studied ballet and jazz and loved the evolution from jerk to pas de  deux.  As a physician studying surgery I was thankful to the teachers who went before me and loved the learning of civilization that allowed me time and time again in assisting with healing using centuries of wisdom passed through the ages.  

I love spirituality and religions and have prayed, meditated, sat with monks and priests and worshiped with the leaders of many religions. After accreditation in physical medicine I studied the mind and psyhiatriy obtaining my psychiatric degree and working as a clinician many years before subspecializing in addiction which has a spiritual component. At the time i studied Christian Spirituality in several theological colleges and studied eastern religion as well obtaining a master degree from California university in comparative religion. The great irony of my Masters of Divinity is the school that offered the diploma failed.  This was at a time when my American medical degrees were being limited to 5 years making all the medical degrees through history defunct after five years. An interesting development in education seen by many of us as double dipping and the means by which the already literate were taxed further by the declining institutions who were increasingly sidelined in releavance beyond the high cost of the fancy suits of limited value.  The dichotomy between spirituality and religion was playing out big time in education and other institutions.  

I am planning to attend Christmas Eve service to sing carols with my tribe and stand together and renew my faith in community.  It’s that time or the year.  The C & E Christian is someone who at very least makes it to Christmas and Easter Service.  I attend church at other times and read the Bible often but not as often as I did when I was formerly studying theology and taking so many evening courses and reading so many commentaries.  I miss the conversations with pizza I had with my friend John.  I loved fellowship with Willie and Phillip.  It was a joy to see Anna at the Christian Medical Assoviation meeting and hear her sing in Handel’s Messaih.  I loved hearing Carl Ridd talk of his experience with the study of the Bible.  I am blessed to know the Christians I have and continue to know.  

Thank you Lord Jesus. Tonight we celebrate the coming of the king.




Yuma, Arizona, Christmas Eve Day, 2023

As young as I can remember Mom prayed. She prayed with me on my knees beside my bed at bedtime. She prayed at meals.  We attended church Sundays and we read the Holy Bible.  She gave thanks to God the Creator and Jesus Christ.  We were raised Baptist Christian and attended Sunday School.

Christmas was a time of worship, gift giving and family meals with turkey.  Christmas Day was the day of celebration but Christmas Eve was important too.  Even Boxing Day had meaning and was the secular celebration following the spiritual celebration of the birth of Christ.

When I was young I still believed in a linear reality and that time was fixed.  Now I know the circular reality of time of the East and that Time is relative according to physics and spiritual insight.  Today is all there is. Now is present.  I am here and now. God is in this moment. There is no permanence but God and I am perception.  My relationship with God is I and the other, creator, love, Jesus.  

The birth of Christ and creation of all is happening now in my consciousness and memory and belief.  It’s is the meaning of this relationship of the material and spiritual.  God became man.  Jesus the servant God, creator creation, spoke of the love and truth of the Father.  The Kingdom of God was more than the material kingdom of earth. This dichotomy of mind spirit and body material is central to my perception but not necessarily reality.  Reality is much more and much less. God is one.  The mystery lies with me and the sense of being lost on the journey.  God is not lost.  He is within.  Being born today in Bethlehem a mythical and real place I have visited and known Miracles in.  Miracles are everywhere and every when. If you have eyes to see and ears to hear.  

Joseph, Mary and Jesus are all within in the Biblical story with the evil dictator King Harrod who killed John the Baptist and the Judges and Rabbis who condemned Jesus and Pilate the Roman overseer that could have stopped the crucifixion.  But that was all 30 years later in the life of Jesus. 

Christmas we celebrate his birth.  Immaculate conception.  A miracle.  A gift of God.  Anything is possible with God.  God is great.  God is not small. I am small. I am limited. God is infinite.  I am afraid and I scoff. I am a man of hard facts but I’m also a scientist so I’m never closed to possibility.  I am humble as a scientist and open minded but not so open minded all the marbles fall out.  The idea of a God becoming man is not new in the spiritual realm. History is replete with men becoming Gods. The myths are early history.  The essence is they are now, here and now and each day I wake up and choose what I will do with what I’m woken too.  

Celebration of the Baby Jesus is a good thing.  Jesus talked of love and said ‘do not be afraid’.  Believe.  Have faith.  Have hope.  

One of my all time favourite songs is Monty Pythons ‘Look on the bright side of life “ sung by men being crucified”.  The absurdity of life is too easily forgotten. The Harrods are without humor, sub human really,  muscle bound, clever cretans living in fear like Pilate and all the others dependent on this world for joy.  Yet Alexander asking the greatest philosopher of his day what he could do for him was told simply to step aside as he was blocking the sun.   This wise man knew.

Today we hear the angels and shepherds sing.  An event that changed history and raised the eyes of the world to heaven and inward to heart.  A baby is born.  A ruler to be.  The Birth of Christ.  Love wins.  

It’s a great story with Harrod killing hundreds or thousands of babies and Joseph and Mary and Jesus, Jews, fleeing the Jews.  Escaping to Egypt.  The all time thriller and action movie of the era.  Joseph the greatest hero, protecting his wife, adopted child and children from countless warriors, soldiers, police and those who would steal the child and sell him to death for profit.  

There’s no story like Jesus.  There’s only one Jesus story.  Lots of similiar ones. But today is the harbinger of the day he rides into Jerusalem on a donkey facing censorship and obliteration by the terrified men with toys and women and drugs and lust.  30 years he survived till that day which is celebrated in a few months at Easter.  

But time is millions of years and Christianity has survived only thousands. A drop in linear time.  Perception.  Today that time is far away and we celebrate his mother being told by an angel that she will give birth to the Messiah and now she is fleeing in labour to give birth in a manger because there is no room in the inn for a pregnant woman giving birth.  Talk about people not getting up for old men and old women on a bus. Here is a middle class woman. Joseph was a carpenter.  Here she is in the barn giving birth because no one would give the mother of God a bed with clean linen for her to have her baby.  Wise men arrive. They follow the star.  They don’t visit the inn keeper or the penthouse or palace but they come from afar to be there for the humble birth of Jesus., child of God. The coming of the King.,  Gifts of frankincense and Mirh. 

It’s happening today. Right now. Here in our hearts. Jesus is being born and will escape to Egypt with his family because the authorities are afraid.  And he will teach and heal one day  and destiny will be served.  

I’m just glad to have a coffee today and remember all the wonderful times with my mother, this Mother and Child day of Days.  I will pray too. Thinking of Joseph as the great escape artist and manly man like my father who kept the kids safe and together long enough to reason on our own,  It’s so easy to disbelieve.  Aetheism is a fools realm.  Angry adolescents and ‘no’ shouting toddlers.  To believe. Now that is Shakespearean.  Today I believe.  Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not come. Today I believe and look forward to singiubng songs of praise and thanksgiving Christmas Eve with others who celebrate motherhood and babies and escape from tyranny and stupidity.  Christ lives.  Christ is born today.