Meditation on Isaiah 9

Meditation on Isaiah 9
By Joshua Banner

Unto us a child is born
unto all of us
unto the window
unto the homeless
the addict
the AIDS patient
unto us the football captain
and the drag queen
unto us the politician
the factory blue collar
us the single mother
the crack baby
and unto us the affluent suburbanite
unto us the goth
the hippie
the rocker
the alternative and underground
unto us in Hollywood and on Madison Avenue
and unto all of us inbetween
unto us in the gutters of Calcutta
unto the Muslim
and the jew
the Buddhist
the Krishna and the Hindu
unto us the fatherless
unto the heavenly fatherless

For unto us a child is born
a son is given
and a secret revolution begun.
this is what the prophets had been preparing for.

They said his name would be,
"Most Beautiful Wisdom"
"the Highest of Heaven's Secrets"
his name would be
"The God who continually bends over backwards for you"
"The God who gets down on his hands and knees"
"the God who would become silly and mis-understood"
"The God who would be mocked -- the God whose name would be taken in vain."

He would be called
"The God of underdogs"

"The God of the powerless and unspiritual"

"The God of those who cannot pray or fast"

And there would be no end to him and his underdog weaklings or their secret
there would be no end even while the nations continue to rage on.
even as ethnos rises against ethnos
even as valleys are filled with dead bones
and rivers run with blood
even as violence runs through our streets
and schools and hearts
convering us like a thick fog
Even in this dark land of weak people
The God who bends over backwards
will shine forth like a great light
as the dawning of a new day
letting his secret spread forth with healing and joy

Drop the mirror and let it shatter
Crush the hourglass and stop the clocks ticking
stand still
hold your breath
anticipate.... imagine...
your wildest dreams
Sell everything and buy the farm
Come with me, cover your eyes and
hold our your hands
stop your weeping
stop your groans
the fast is over.

Let the celebration begin
the father has come
He has send his son
Unto us He has been born
even unto us.