Love’s Detour

Thank God for second chances, “Plan B”, alternate routes and the long way around.

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“And having been warned in a dream not to return to Herod,
they left for their own country by another road.”
~ Matthew 2:12

What would a Christmas pageant be without the three Wise Men? They’ve captured the imagination of songwriters, painters and poets. James Taylor sang about them; Monty Python parodied them; Garrison Keillor brought them to Lake Wobegon; we celebrate them in Christmas carols and on greeting cards and with gazillion-watt front yard light displays.

They’re awfully mysterious and exotic up there on their camels, with their heavy accents and bejeweled hats. And whether their names were Melchior, Balthazar and Gaspar, as John of Hildesheim dubbed them in the 14th century, or Larry, Curly and Moe—what the Magi stand for is the news that when God showed up with skin on in the person of Jesus, it was for everybody. Every race. Every nation. Grace, mercy and love for all people, not just a few.

The magi first travel to Jesus on a road leading straight through the palace of King Herod. And Herod, pretending to be as devout as they are, tells them: “You’ll find the child in Bethlehem.” Then he leans closer and twirls his greasy moustache and says, “When you find him, come back and tell me so I can go worship him, too.”

But when they arrive in Bethlehem and see with their own eyes the very face of God, they begin to know what’s what. God comes to them in a dream and says, “Don’t go back to Herod.” And Matthew reports that when it comes time for them to head home, they figure out an alternate route and return by another way.

This story is an especially good one for any of us whose “Plan A”, which looked so promising in the beginning, has gone bust and left us in desperate need of a better way home.

Recently a woman in our church named Lydia graduated from a residential treatment program for alcohol addiction. I was happy to be invited to the celebration, which basically consisted of an A.A. meeting followed by cake and punch. As the honored graduate, Lydia got to lead the meeting.

Hi, I’m Lydia and I’m an addict.

Hi, Lydia!

‘So this is an A. A. meeting,” she said. “But mostly I want it to be a gratitude meeting. Would anyone like to share some things they’re grateful for?”

After several people spoke, a woman in her early thirties named Kari, who also belongs to our church, stood up and faced the group.

Hi, I’m Kari and I’m an addict.

Hi, Kari!

She told Lydia how much she loves her courage and kindness and amazing hugs. Then Kari told of how earlier that morning she was jogging over the freeway overpass. “As I did,” she said, “I thought of how, not that long ago, I used to want to jump off that overpass. And now, thanks to my Higher Power and my church family, that’s the farthest thing from my mind.”

Praise to the God of second chances, “Plan B”, alternate routes and the long way around.

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