The first time I remember hearing about postpartum depression was when a famous singer - someone who is my age and who I listened to when I was in high school - left her baby with the babysitter, got in her car and drove off with no real intention of ever coming back. Because she had a loving family and they didn't give up - she got the help she needed and worked through the depression. She noted what drove her away was when all the dreams and romanticism surrounding having children and being a family didn't happen the way it was supposed to.

Being faced with the sinful reality of why God had to send His Son into our world is something the world tends to leave out during all the Christmas festivities. It's a complicated compartmentalization - with all the death and destruction on one side of the news and Santa and his elves on the other side. We work so hard at believing that if we get the right gifts - spend enough money - eat enough cookies - drink enough egg nog - all the bad stuff will just go away. And when it doesn't - the world settles into a severe postpartum depression - leaving the baby behind with a sitter and driving off with no intention of coming back until the next Black Friday sales.

And that is why we came back this morning. To be among people who understand what we’re going through - because they are going through it as well. We aren’t any different than the people who aren’t here to day - it’s just we might be a little more honest about it. We came to make sure Jesus was still here - that His defiant light of hope was still shining. We can go back to our families, our phone calls, our presents, our dinner, our dinner and trees and lights - but also our problems, pains, hurts, anxieties and challenges. But maybe we aren’t quite as afraid or anxious because we know “the Light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not, will not ever over come it.”

We will get to go home someday where there is no more darkness or any of the other things that make this life so hard - but until then we have just enough light, just enough faith, just enough peace and just enough love to see us through this life

We aren’t Mary or Joseph - but we are cancer survivors, prodigal sons and daughters, the sick and the dying, the lost and the lonely, the anxious and the hurting, the wondering and the confused. We are imperfect - and yet unique and unreproducible at the same time.

Your imperfect story - all the things that were in your control that you messed up - and all the things that were out of your control that tore your life apart - that’s where this tiny Baby’s story begins. God meets you where you are - He doesn’t expect you to be or do anything different until the Gospel starts its work in and through you.

The miracle of Christmas starts with a story of two imperfect people whose lives were changed by a little baby. It’s no different for us.

The angel tells Joseph to take Mary as his wife, name the baby "Jesus" and that's it. It's not a lot of information. There may have been more - but Matthew didn't write it down. One of my questions is: how is Joseph supposed to explain all this to his friends and family? And that may be the point - it's not up to us to explain God. The greatest explanation comes in us following and trusting Him - even when we aren't completely sure where we're going or how we're getting there.

Traditional weddings include, "for richer or poorer, sickness and in health, till death us do part..." As crazy as this story is for Joseph - what would have happened if the Angel let him see the "the long journey to Bethlehem, the "no vacancy" signs on the inns, the stable birthing room, the shepherds, the visit of the wisemen, the need to escape to Egypt from the evil King Herod, the slaughter of the Holy Innocents." There is so much Joseph can't see - so much he doesn't know - and yet he agrees to take Mary as his wife and name the baby Jesus. That's faith.

Curiosity is a curious thing. It killed the cat - but it also inspired the greatest inventions of our time. If you have ever seen an Alfred Hitchcock movie, you understand when he says: "There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it." Likewise, quite often we discover the anticipation of something is far better than whatever we were anticipating. Why THIS Child?

Babies get born every day - and the anticipation around their birth is always exciting. But for over 2,000 years much of the world has been celebrating one particular Baby's birth and on Christmas eve we sing, "Christ, the Savior, is born..." It seems strange that a Baby can save us. Even though most of us haven't had our second or third iced tea yet - and these questions are a little heavy we need to ask - what do we need to be saved from? How can a baby do that? How does this saving take place? And how do we know when we're saved?

There is still light and holiness and love and hope - but the darkness presses in and threatens to vanquish them. We hear John's Gospel every Christmas, "the Light shines in the darkness and the darkness will not overcome it." God promised He is going to return - no more darkness, death, sin or pain. But we wonder if that's true.

We light a candle each week - a little more light pushing back the darkness. We cling to the hope and tiny bits of flame radiating from the candles which seem so fragile. But the flickering candles are just a metaphor. Our real hope is in Jesus because candles are just not enough.

We watch and wait. For healing. For a brighter light. We hold fast hoping we won't be disappointed. Advent is like a child on Christmas Eve. The reason we can't sleep - that we lie awake staring at the clock wishing it to go faster because we think we know what is waiting for us on Christmas morn - and we can't wait to find out if it's true.

If all those books and videos are right and my only choices are: my faith isn't good enough to win the lottery, cure my cancer and deserve an ice cream cone OR my faith is so poor God has to punish me even if I'm just a five year old kid in Kindergarten - then I'm with Martin Luther who said, "if I...had seen such dolts and blockheads teach the Christian faith, I would sooner have become a hog than a Christian."

Why THIS Faith? I wish we all had all the answers we wanted - answers that were so clear and so perfect we could accept them without any reservation. But such simple answers are exactly what get us into trouble in the first place.

Only one leper runs back to Jesus. He completely violates Jesus' personal space - falling at Jesus' feet. Social, religious and even personal boundaries go out the window. And all Jesus can say is, "where are the other nine?" Jesus wasn't worried they hadn't been healed - He knows they were. And it wasn't like my grandma who used to call and say, "I mailed your birthday card yesterday - did you get it?" so I'd say thank you. This is a "everyone pay attention - ten got healed, only one came back to say thank you - and the difference is the one isn't just healed - he is also whole." And there is the purpose of the story.

Jesus says, "your faith has made you well." This is very, very different than if He'd said, "Faith is the price you pay if you want to get well." God healed the ten lepers whether or not they gave Him credit. Whether they saw the connection or wrote a thank you card. God didn't require faith to heal them. Sometimes grace is like that.