One of my favorite contemporary poets is Naomi Shihab Nye. Her most well-known poem, titled “Kindness”, had an intriguing origin. She and her husband were honeymooning in Columbia in 1978, a country they realized was plagued by drug smugglers. Naomi and her husband, in a display of optimism, believed they would make their way safely through. Unfortunately, they were robbed on a bus in the middle of the night, losing passports, tickets, cameras and all of their money. Someone else on the bus was killed, and they feared they could be next. Though they were unsettled, they got back on the bus when the scary guys had departed. Naomi and her husband decided that she would stay in a small town, and her husband would hitchhike to a city large enough for him to get their travelers checks reinstated. As she waited with no money, or no food, she said down in the plaza of the center of the town. The only possessions she had left were a small notepad and a pencil she had kept in her back pocket. As she wrote about what she needed, the poem “Kindness” came to her. She said that as she was writing, the sense of hope and openness replaced her fear and despair. Naomi realized she would need help finding a little food and a place to sleep. As she describes it, a group of “ragamuffins” basically allowed her to join their group, and gave her small bits of bread when they realized she had nothing of her own. The poem, which helped save her, begins with the lines, “Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth.” The poem goes on the tell the story of her learning that “it is only kindness that makes sense anymore.”
At the heart of the Christmas experience is the story of two parents, with a tiny baby, finding shelter when the expected places of finding lodging and help offered nothing. The deep scriptural message of offering hospitality to the stranger finds profound expression in the story of the nativity, and is one of the reasons it forms the center of this powerful holiday season. We’ll talk about that in worship, as the sermon is titled, “No Room in the Inn: The Advent Grace of Hospitality.” It will flow from Isaiah 58: 5-12, to be read by Glenda Murray, and Luke 2: 1-7, to be read by Sue Sgambelluri. The Call to Worship and the Lighting of the Advent Candle will be led by Evan, Angela, Ethan and Ben Martin. Caitlin and Ryan Keller will present a duet on flute, and Grant Keller will play a piano solo for the Prelude. The Chancel Choir, under the direction of Gerry Sousa and accompanied by Lois Leong, will present the anthem. We will also sing the carols that have been selected by congregational vote in the “Carol Clash.”