John 1:1-18 · The Word Became Flesh
Jerry's Christmas
John 1:1-18
Sermon
by Clark D. Cowden
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Once upon a time, there was a man named Jerry. Jerry was a builder. He had started off as a carpenter, and learned to build homes and construct small office buildings. He lived in a small, but growing town on the edge of a big city, so there was always a lot of work to be done. He gained a reputation as the best in his field; he was honest, hard-working, didn't rip people off, and did a high quality job.

Jerry made a lot of money in his business. He was able to purchase ten acres of land, and built himself a mansion of a house, for himself and his six kids. People used to drive by just to look at what a fabulous house it was. Jerry taught all of his children to be builders. They all followed in his footsteps, and eventually took over the thriving, family business. Jerry built homes for all of his sons, because he loved them so much.

But, at the age of 70, Jerry was starting to slow down. He had six children, 12 grandchildren, and six great-grand children. The mansion was too much for him to keep up. Jerry had always dreamed of retiring up north in the woods, where he could be close to nature. So he found a little house he could keep up, 1000 miles to the north. He loved his family so much, but he felt they needed to be on their own without him always telling them what to do. So, with tears in his eyes, he moved away.

Every week, he would write to a different child or grandchild, but he never heard back. He assumed their business was booming, and that they had been too busy to write. After six months had passed, he started writing, "Let me know when you want me to come visit. I would love to see you again." But he never heard back. He knew they were busy, but maybe they didn't want him around anymore. Maybe they preferred life without him. He didn't want to force himself on his children, his grandchildren, or his great-grandchildren, so he just stayed away. But, his love for his family never changed.

Five years passed, when one day he finally got a letter in the mail. It was an invitation to an annual family Christmas reunion. It said, December 24, 7:00 sharp. He was so excited! He loved his family so much! And now, he was invited back to his own home again. He just couldn't wait.

He spent the next two weeks buying as many Christmas presents as he thought he could squeeze into his car. Buying for 30 people is no small task, but he didn't want to leave anybody out. Finally he got in his car, to begin the 1000 mile drive. It took him two full days of driving. But, when he drove up to the mansion where he used to live, and saw the cars in the driveway, and the lights in the house, he knew it was worth it.

He almost started to cry as he walked up to the front door. He knocked ever so politely, and his son came to the door. He shouted, "My son!" and threw his arms around him, but his son pulled back. He said, "Who are you?" He said, "I am your father. Don't you recognize me?"

The son said, "My father left here five years ago. We haven't heard from him since then. Who are you?" "I'm your father," he said. "Don't you even remember what your own father looks like?" His son said, "I don't recognize you. I didn't invite you to come. I think you should leave." Jerry was speechless. He didn't know what to say. The entryway of the house was filling with people all staring at him like he was a stranger in his own home.

Again, he said, "But, I am your father. I wrote you all those letters. For five years, I have written to every one of you. Didn't you get them?" One son said, "We never got any letters from our father. But, every year, imposters have stopped by claiming to be our father, trying to get some of our money. I think you're just another imposter; You should leave."

Just then the five- and seven- and nine-year-old great-grandchildren rushed into the entryway yelling, "It's great-grandpa, it's great-grandpa! You came! You came!" His eyes filled with tears as they jumped into his arms. How good it felt to be welcomed! But, just as quickly as they had jumped into his arms, their parents pulled them back. "He is not great-grandpa. Great-grandpa doesn't exist anymore. He's an imposter!"

Sadly, he stepped back to the door. He turned and looked at them and said, "My own family, My own home, And I am not welcome?" One son said "This is not your family. This is not your home." He said, "But I just drove 1000 miles in three days to share my love with you. I have a whole car full of gifts for you. Don't you want them?" The great-grandchildren were pulling on their parents' sleeves saying yes, but the parents were shaking their heads no. "If we accept his gifts, we will owe him something. We will be indebted to him, and he will want something from us."

He said, "I only want to give to you, and to enjoy your presence." Nobody said anything. So he turned around and walked out to his car. He said to himself, how can this be? I don't understand what has happened to them. But, how can I leave? I love these people. I cannot leave. I have to stay. I have to get them to love me. He looked up at the roof of this car and he said, "Lord, how? How can I get my own family to receive me?"

There was silence. But, as he looked down at the floor of his car, he saw his Bible that he read faithfully every day. He picked it up, and he opened it to Luke chapter 2, where he had been reading the Christmas story. He read it again. This time the words seemed to jump off the page at him, where it said of Mary and Joseph, "There was no room for them in the inn." It didn't say there was no room in the inn. It said there was no room FOR THEM in the inn. Now, that was true of Jerry.

He closed his Bible, and he said, But God, I have it worse than Mary and Joseph. They were not welcomed by strangers. I am not welcome in my own home, by my own family!

He opened his Bible, this time to John 1, where John wrote about Jesus coming into the world at Christmastime. Again, the words seemed to leap off the page at him, as he read v.1: 5, 9-14,

"The light shines in darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it . . . The true light that enlightens every man was coming into the world. He was in the world, and the world was made through him, yet the world knew him not. He came to his own home, and his own people received him not. But to all who received him, who believed in his name, he gave power to become children of God; Who were born, not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God. And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, full of grace and truth; we have beheld his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father." (RSV)

He thought, how many times have I read that, and I never realized what it said?

V. 11 is my own children. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. My own children do not want me in my own house. The house I built with my own hands, on the land I purchased with my own money. This is what Jesus went through. I wonder how many other people are not welcome in their own homes at Christmastime? They are experiencing what Jesus did!

He thought, v.10 describes my grandchildren. The world did not recognize him.

V.5 says, "The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it." He thought, my grandchildren didn't really reject me, they just didn't recognize me, they didn't seem to understand. They were not angry like my children were, they were just confused. I wonder how many people in the world are confused about Jesus at Christmastime. They just don't understand, or maybe nobody's ever told them?

But, then he smiled. He said v. 12 describes my great-grandchildren. "Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the power to become children of God." He said, my great-grandchildren may only be five- or seven- or nine-years-old, but they are the wisest people in that house. As soon as they saw me, they recognized me. They knew the sound of my voice. Somehow, they knew what I would be like.

They are my true children. They want my gifts and my love. They are trusting and open. Just like all those who have received Jesus into their hearts, their homes, their lives. He thought, maybe Jesus is like a Christmas gift. God wraps him up, puts our name on the box, and leaves it under the tree for us. It is already ours, but it is not ours yet. The gift of Jesus doesn't do us any good until we receive it, and open it, and enjoy it to the fullest. The good news of Christmas is only good if you receive it.

Well, that night Jerry slept in his car, in the driveway of the mansion. The next morning was Christmas morning, and he wanted to give his gifts to his children. As usually, the youngest ones woke up first. They quietly snuck downstairs and looked at the tree, and all the presents under it. They were excited, until they looked out the window, and saw the old man sleeping in his car. The nine-year-old said, "I know that's my great-grandpa, and I am going out to wish him a Merry Christmas. So, all the great-grandchildren quietly put on their boots and hats and gloves and coats, and walked out in the snow to the car."

About an hour later, the parents were wakened by the sound of laughter. They looked out their windows, and there was this old man, giving his entire carload of gifts to the children. Paper was strewn all over the yard. They were laughing and singing and playing and building a snowman. Their children had never been happier.

They rushed outside and they told the old man, "You really ought to go now." The children all cried, "Why? Why? Why does great-grandpa have to leave?" They said, "He is not your great-grandpa. He must leave now."

Funny thing was, the old man wasn't angry. He wasn't upset. He was sad, but not angry. He gathered all the little children around and he whispered to them, "You have given me the best Christmas I have ever had in my whole life. Nothing and nobody can ever take that away from me. Don't let anybody take it away from you. You need to learn not to let other people spoil your Christmas. They don't believe in me. But you know the truth. You are my believers. I am going to go away, but only for a while. One day, I will return for you. I want you to be ready. Because when I come back, the gifts that I bring for you, and anyone else who believes in me, will be so wonderful, I can't even begin to describe them.

"Remember the joy you feel right now. Remember this love that we share. When I return for you, our joy and our love will be 10 times this great."

"The light shines in darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it . . . The true light that enlightens every man was coming into the world. He was in the world, and the world was made through him, yet the world knew him not. He came to his own home, and his own people received him not. But to all who received him, who believed in his name, he gave power to become children of God; Who were born, not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God. And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, full of grace and truth; we have beheld his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father."

Clark D. Cowden is pastor of the Crossroads Presbyterian Church, Walled Lake, Michigan

by Clark D. Cowden