Hey, Jesus - Happy Birthday!

by Kim on December 21, 2006

Peter: Eh . . . Jesus . . .?

Jesus: Yes, Peter . . . ? [Seeing Peter's black eye] Peter, what’s happened to your eye? Have you been fighting again?

P: Honest, Jesus. it wasn’t my fault. The other guy started it. He called you names. So I put his lights out!

J: [Shaking his head] Peter, what am I going to do with you? I said turn the cheek, not smash it; be childlike, not childish. When I called you “the Rock”, I meant solid, not stupid.

P: Sorry, Jesus. But he . . . I mean he . . . You see he . . .

J: Spit it out, lad!

P: He called you a . . . He “questioned your birth”, said Joseph wasn’t your real father.

J: That’s no excuse. Don’t let me down again.

P: [Waiting] Is that it?

J: Is what it?

P: “Don’t let me down again” - is that all you’re going to say?

J: What do you want, Peter, my life story?

P: No, but the story of your birth would help. Here we’ve been travelling around with you for months and we don’t even know when you were born . . .

J: Around thirty years ago.

P: Or where you were born . . .

J: Down south.

P: Or the circumstances . . .

J: Mum pushed, out I came, Dad passed around the cigars. What else happens at a birth?

P: But, Jesus, you’re special, you’re a one-off . . .

J: So, thank heaven, are you, Peter!

P: No, really, Jesus. You’re unique.

J: So my birth must have been unique, is that it?

P: Exactly!

J: Okay, Peter, here it is. I was born in Bethlehem.

P: In that one-horse town? It’s the back of beyond!

J: In the back of the back of beyond - in a stable, in fact.

P: A stable! Minging!

J: With a feeding trough for a crib.

P: A feeding trough! Disgusting!

J: And then things got crowded.

P: Oh, no, not the livestock!

J: No - shepherds.

P: Shepherds!

J: And magi.

P: Magi! [Pausing] What’s a “magi”, Jesus?

J: Magi, Peter. Where’s your Latin? Second declinsion, masculine, nominative plural: magus, magi! Astrologers, Peter. From back east. And they brought me presents: gold, incense, myrrh.

P: [Now feeling really stupid] Eh . . . Jesus . . . What’s “myrrh”? It sounds Welsh.

J: It’s a spice. It’s used for burying the dead.

P: The dead! Don’t be morbid, Jesus. We’re talking about your birth.

J: [Thoughtful] Birth . . . death . . . yes, Peter.

P: You’re winding me up again, aren’t you, Jesus?

J: [Smiling innocently] Who, me?

P: Jesus, why can’t you ever give me a simple answer?

J: Because, Peter, life isn’t simple, it’s complicated. And because some folk have a way of using “simple” answers to shut up other folk who ask hard questions.

P: So you were winding me up. I mean, there weren’t really any shepherds or m . . . ma . . . mag . . . astrologers, were there?

J: I didn’t say that. But let me ask you this. If there weren’t any shepherds or . . . astrologers, would you still be my friend and follower?

P: Don’t be daft, Jesus, of course I would.

J: And if there were?

P: I’d want to know what it all meant.

J: And what do you think that might be?

P: Well, it would be just like you, Jesus, to have shepherds around, common folk despised by good religious people because they’re ritually unclean and work on the sabbath.

J: And the astrologers?

P: They’d be Gentiles, unbelievers - but smart enough to know a good thing when they see it.

J: Exactly! A gold star for you - like the one they saw.

P: [Puzzled] I don’t follow, Jesus.

J: They did, Peter. But the point is that it was the least likely of people who first recognised me and rejoiced.

P: Like children, tax collectors, and sinners do now?

J: And . . .?

P: [Thinks] And me and Andy and the boys?

J: Peter, you astonish me!

P: Not half as much as you do me, Jesus!

J: You’re not far from the kingdom, mate, which has more to do with wonder than with dogma: the wonder of God’s coming to embrace a greedy world with generosity, a tough world with tenderness, a hardened world with hopefulness, and a crying world with a great big cuddle.

P: Hey, Jesus . . .

J: Yes, Peter . . .?

P: [Presenting him with a pair of sandals, tied with a red ribbon] Your Mum told us, and we had a whip-round. Happy birthday! And many happy returns!

J: There will be more, Peter, than you could ever imagine. . . Oh, and Peter . . .

P: Yes, Jesus . . .?

J: You know that guy you had a fight with because he said Joseph wasn’t my real father? In a way, he was right . . .

Kim Fabricius

{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

1

Richard 12.21.06 at 8:10 pm

Nice one, Kim.

In similar vein, perhaps people would be interested in this from my archives.

2

Kim 12.21.06 at 11:01 pm

Nice one, Richard! I think you used it at Tuesday eucharist - and I thought it was great then too.
Cheers!

3

Greg the explorer 01.04.07 at 11:26 am

I thought this was brilliant - wish I’d come across it before Christmas!!! Ca I use it to make a short film for next years Christmas service? Here’s what I did for this year http://gregtheexplorer.wordpress.com/2006/12/18/my-christmas-movie/

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