"When King Herod heard this, he was frightened, and all Jerusalem with him; and calling together all the chief priests and scribes of the people, he inquired of them where the Messiah was to be born."
Anyone remember New Years Eve, 1999? All the hype and fear surrounding the world’s passage into the year 2000 – you’d think we’d never entered a new millennium before. Well, of course, none of us had – and never before had the world run on all these computer systems that no one was quite sure would adapt to dates beginning with “2.” How many of us stocked extra water and flashlight batteries that week? And then went out and partied like it was 1999 – because, really, what else are you going to do? Things will work out, or they’ll be challenging. Pop the corks and strike up the band.
We sure do like to know what’s going to happen next year, next day, next hour. And every once in awhile something comes along to remind us how little control we really have over our circumstances. Maybe King Herod had one of those moments in our story, hearing from these foreign dignitaries of celestial indications that a child had been born to be king of the Jews. “But wait,” he must have thought, “I am the king of the Jews. Sure, I’m corrupt and despotic and completely at the mercy of my Roman overlords – but I AM the king… aren’t I?”
He probably didn’t think that; no one uses the word “despotic” in their inner thoughts. But Matthew records his unease. And Herod’s unease was profound enough to infect his entire community – anxiety has a way of spreading into the systems in which we operate. And most of us, when we fear our well-being is threatened, will go into control mode: we will seek information and amass expertise and plan strategies, all to gain a sense of mastery over a situation we really can’t control. Herod gathered all the religious leaders and prophetic types and asked them to speak the unknowable, that which God had not yet revealed.
Today, as we move through the last day of the year, a year of gains and losses, or achievements and challenges, of death and life – what causes the most anxiety in you? What do you want to know that you cannot yet know, because the time for that has not yet come? It would be a great year-end exercise to name those things and invite Jesus to sift them with you. Light a candle, and make a list.
And what are some changes you would embrace? How might you like to see your circumstances improved? It’s okay to pray into those desires, inviting God to put flesh on your hopes and dreams as they align with God’s dreams for you.
And the safest prayer of all is this: What dreams is God inviting you to put flesh on today? And in the year to come?
I pray that this New Years Eve will offer us some time for reflection before we go hurtling into the next year...
On the other hand, it’s just one 24-hour period passing into another – that happens every day. So sit back, chill out – or go out and party like it’s 2014!
12-30-13 - Star Chasers
They knew their stars, these wise men, magi of scripture and legend, kings or astronomers from east of Judea (how far east? everything’s relative…). They knew when they observed a new star in the night sky, and they knew how to interpret what they saw. According to their system, this one indicated a new king, a king for the Jewish people – and this discernment was enough to induce them to leave home, undertake a lengthy journey of uncertain destination, and find this new monarch, to pay their respects.
In the time of King Herod, after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea, wise men from the East came to Jerusalem, asking, “Where is the child who has been born king of the Jews? For we observed his star at its rising, and have come to pay him homage.”
Their predictions got them to the right country, if not the precise location where this new king could be found. And so, logically, they began their search in Jerusalem and the court of the current king, Herod. Bad idea – but that’s how great stories come about. (More on that later in the week…).
Today, let’s rest with these wise travelers. I am touched by their priorities, by their attention to the movement of the heavens, by their conviction that they’d read the stars correctly, by their willingness to put aside their daily lives and duties to travel to a foreign land and pay homage to a monarch they’d only learned about through astrological charts and observation. We can find in them models of faith and action.
Is there a star you are chasing? Another way to ask that is,
Have you discerned a movement of God in your life or in the world around you?
Has it included a call to action for you? Have you explored this with wise people in your life?
Have you been able to act on your conviction and discernment?
Have you been part of someone else’s discernment, been a “wise one” for another?
What divine action do you sense around you at this point in your life, as we approach the cusp of a new year? This is often a time when we pay special attention to new movements in the greater arc of our lives, as the magi scanned the heavens for changes in the stars.
We have an advantage over those eastern sages – we already know the king they were seeking, or at the very least, we’ve been introduced. We don’t need to scan the heavens – we need only seek the light of Christ in and around us, and move toward that. That Star will give us all the direction we need.
In the time of King Herod, after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea, wise men from the East came to Jerusalem, asking, “Where is the child who has been born king of the Jews? For we observed his star at its rising, and have come to pay him homage.”
Their predictions got them to the right country, if not the precise location where this new king could be found. And so, logically, they began their search in Jerusalem and the court of the current king, Herod. Bad idea – but that’s how great stories come about. (More on that later in the week…).
Today, let’s rest with these wise travelers. I am touched by their priorities, by their attention to the movement of the heavens, by their conviction that they’d read the stars correctly, by their willingness to put aside their daily lives and duties to travel to a foreign land and pay homage to a monarch they’d only learned about through astrological charts and observation. We can find in them models of faith and action.
Is there a star you are chasing? Another way to ask that is,
Have you discerned a movement of God in your life or in the world around you?
Has it included a call to action for you? Have you explored this with wise people in your life?
Have you been able to act on your conviction and discernment?
Have you been part of someone else’s discernment, been a “wise one” for another?
What divine action do you sense around you at this point in your life, as we approach the cusp of a new year? This is often a time when we pay special attention to new movements in the greater arc of our lives, as the magi scanned the heavens for changes in the stars.
We have an advantage over those eastern sages – we already know the king they were seeking, or at the very least, we’ve been introduced. We don’t need to scan the heavens – we need only seek the light of Christ in and around us, and move toward that. That Star will give us all the direction we need.
12-27-13 - Word Made Flesh
We have been fed this week on The Story, in all its glory – the human tale of a man and a woman and a baby, the political tale of census and intrigue, the earthy tale of shepherds, and the heavenly tale of angelic visitors. It is a feast for lovers of narrative and mystery, this tale which Madeleine L’Engle called “The Glorious Impossible.”
Then, on the Sunday after Christmas, as though we needed leaner fare after too much Christmas feasting, the church offers up the story of Incarnation told in symbols and ideas rather than folktales: “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being.”
It may be great for those with a more abstract bent, but I find almost every sentence in the prologue of the Fourth Gospel can make my head hurt. Sometimes I'm best just throwing myself in and floating with the images – zeroing in on the ones that capture my attention: “What has come into being in him was life, and the life was the light of all people. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”
Ah, light and darkness, that we can understand. And this: “And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father's only son, full of grace and truth.”
That’s what all that fuss about the manger and Bethlehem was about – that the Word of God, the idea in the mind of God, what John calls “Logos,” has been realized – made real, given flesh, human flesh, a body and a human psyche AND (that’s not all, folks..) that this Embodied Idea of God has lived among us – and we have seen his glory.
Lived among us? (or more literally, “pitched tent with us”), come to hang out with us, God-With-Us?
That was a mind-blowing idea then, as it is today.
In what ways have you experienced Christ as embodied, God-with-you? We don’t have the benefit of meeting Christ in physical, limited life, living as we do on this side of the Resurrection – but we have the benefit of faith, our own and that accumulated by billions of believers for over 2000 years.
So it’s a fair question: In what ways have you experienced Christ as embodied, God-with-you?
In what ways have you experienced his glory? Do you ever see it/hear it/feel it around you now? When do those glimpses come? If they don’t, there’s a prayer….
Our passage ends, “No one has ever seen God. It is God the only Son, who is close to the Father's heart, who has made him known.” What we celebrate particularly in the season of Christmas is Jesus having made God known – once in a human body and family and place, and now through the working of His Spirit in, through and around us.
“Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing,” we sing… to which the only response we need make is:
"O come, let us adore Him, Christ, the Lord.”
Then, on the Sunday after Christmas, as though we needed leaner fare after too much Christmas feasting, the church offers up the story of Incarnation told in symbols and ideas rather than folktales: “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being.”
It may be great for those with a more abstract bent, but I find almost every sentence in the prologue of the Fourth Gospel can make my head hurt. Sometimes I'm best just throwing myself in and floating with the images – zeroing in on the ones that capture my attention: “What has come into being in him was life, and the life was the light of all people. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”
Ah, light and darkness, that we can understand. And this: “And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father's only son, full of grace and truth.”
That’s what all that fuss about the manger and Bethlehem was about – that the Word of God, the idea in the mind of God, what John calls “Logos,” has been realized – made real, given flesh, human flesh, a body and a human psyche AND (that’s not all, folks..) that this Embodied Idea of God has lived among us – and we have seen his glory.
Lived among us? (or more literally, “pitched tent with us”), come to hang out with us, God-With-Us?
That was a mind-blowing idea then, as it is today.
In what ways have you experienced Christ as embodied, God-with-you? We don’t have the benefit of meeting Christ in physical, limited life, living as we do on this side of the Resurrection – but we have the benefit of faith, our own and that accumulated by billions of believers for over 2000 years.
So it’s a fair question: In what ways have you experienced Christ as embodied, God-with-you?
In what ways have you experienced his glory? Do you ever see it/hear it/feel it around you now? When do those glimpses come? If they don’t, there’s a prayer….
Our passage ends, “No one has ever seen God. It is God the only Son, who is close to the Father's heart, who has made him known.” What we celebrate particularly in the season of Christmas is Jesus having made God known – once in a human body and family and place, and now through the working of His Spirit in, through and around us.
“Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing,” we sing… to which the only response we need make is:
"O come, let us adore Him, Christ, the Lord.”
12-25-13 - A Shepherd's Tale
We’re usually the last to know.
Our life is out here on the hillsides, away from town.
We work at night, making sure no poachers or predators mess with our flocks. When we do get to town, it’s usually when we’ve got our pay and we go in to do a little carousing… not for nothin’ we shepherds got the rep we have for being drunken lowlifes. Nobody tells us the news first.
So what do you think about this story? What do you think about the angels showing up to tell us first? Well, what do you think about a bunch of angels showing up in the first place? I’d have thought it was the rotgut we were passing around – but no, we all saw ’em. We all heard ’em. Hundreds of ’em, filling the sky.
What a racket! What a beautiful noise.
And what a message they had for us: “Today, in David’s town, a boy is born to you. And not just any boy – a savior, the Messiah, the anointed one, the Lord.” Well, we may just be rough shepherds, but we know about the Messiah, the one who God will send to set us free from the occupiers – set us free from everything. That’s pretty amazing.
Even more amazing, those angels showed up to us, while we were at work.
Not to the kings in their palaces, not to the wealthy in their fancy houses; not to the priests in the temple, not to the holy people at their prayers – not to those who are expecting God to do something – but to us, who forget even to pray, most of the time.
To us, who people barely notice in the street, unless they smell us comin’…
To us, who don’t count for much – except that we must count for a lot to God. Right?
Because that angel said this was a sign for us:
That’s what the angel said, “This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in cloth and lying in a feed trough.” Who puts a baby in a feed trough? Liable to get chewed on, if they’re not careful.
So all we gotta do is check out all the stables down in Bethlehem till we find a baby where a baby ain’t supposed to be.
Here, we’re going to draw straws to see who has to stay with the sheep – the rest of us have some searching to do, and a story to tell. Man, what a story.
You might not even believe it, unless it happened to you…
A Very Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Eat!
Drink (not too much...!)
Be Merry!
Play with a toy!
Hug somebody in a kitchen!
Love came down at Christmas -
Christ, the Savior, is born!
Our life is out here on the hillsides, away from town.
We work at night, making sure no poachers or predators mess with our flocks. When we do get to town, it’s usually when we’ve got our pay and we go in to do a little carousing… not for nothin’ we shepherds got the rep we have for being drunken lowlifes. Nobody tells us the news first.
So what do you think about this story? What do you think about the angels showing up to tell us first? Well, what do you think about a bunch of angels showing up in the first place? I’d have thought it was the rotgut we were passing around – but no, we all saw ’em. We all heard ’em. Hundreds of ’em, filling the sky.
What a racket! What a beautiful noise.
And what a message they had for us: “Today, in David’s town, a boy is born to you. And not just any boy – a savior, the Messiah, the anointed one, the Lord.” Well, we may just be rough shepherds, but we know about the Messiah, the one who God will send to set us free from the occupiers – set us free from everything. That’s pretty amazing.
Even more amazing, those angels showed up to us, while we were at work.
Not to the kings in their palaces, not to the wealthy in their fancy houses; not to the priests in the temple, not to the holy people at their prayers – not to those who are expecting God to do something – but to us, who forget even to pray, most of the time.
To us, who people barely notice in the street, unless they smell us comin’…
To us, who don’t count for much – except that we must count for a lot to God. Right?
Because that angel said this was a sign for us:
That’s what the angel said, “This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in cloth and lying in a feed trough.” Who puts a baby in a feed trough? Liable to get chewed on, if they’re not careful.
So all we gotta do is check out all the stables down in Bethlehem till we find a baby where a baby ain’t supposed to be.
Here, we’re going to draw straws to see who has to stay with the sheep – the rest of us have some searching to do, and a story to tell. Man, what a story.
You might not even believe it, unless it happened to you…
A Very Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Eat!
Drink (not too much...!)
Be Merry!
Play with a toy!
Hug somebody in a kitchen!
Love came down at Christmas -
Christ, the Savior, is born!
12-24-13 - O Holy Night
Tonight’s the night, the big show, what it’s all been leading up to. In my youth, it was all leading up to Christmas morning, but the culture seems to have shifted toward Christmas Eve as the main event.
It is rarely a silent night. I'm sure many a parent wishes for a little silence, while many for whom it is silent long for a little more noise, a little more company. And often it is not such a holy night, either, if stress or sadness or tempers take over.
Are we supposed to experience it as holy? I remember, in my curmudgeonly twenties (yes, I was worse then!), writing in my diary on Christmas Day, “I can’t get more excited about Jesus being born just because the calendar says it’s December 25th. Shouldn’t we be excited all year long?” Ah, youth.
"But the angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid; for see—I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people."
What I pray for you tonight, and for me, is that we feel a little anticipation, a little expectation, that SOMETHING is going to happen. Yes, we are celebrating a Something that we believe happened long ago, and yet we are here each year, showing up at the manger, joining in the angels’ “glorias” because we believe it that Something is unfolding still, becoming ever clearer. Someone is drawing nearer.
I pray for you, and for me, that we have moments of wonder tonight – maybe something we see in children, or feel during a much-loved carol, or in a moment of connection with loved one or stranger. I want us to experience Christmas Eve, not just move through it. I want us to experience the Holy Spirit within and around us. I want us to “get” God-With-Us in our bones.
I can’t make that happen, for you or for me. I can say that we may not have that experience looking nostalgically at where we “felt” Christmas in the past. God is always doing a new thing, leading us forward, like those magi from the East following their star.
And sometimes God just shows up even when we’re not looking, when we’re wrapping one more gift or washing up after Christmas Eve dinner, or piling a little one into bed. Those shepherds weren’t watching for God – they were watching their flocks by night. And lo and behold, God showed up.
Man, did God ever show up!
A blessed Christmas Eve to you.
It is rarely a silent night. I'm sure many a parent wishes for a little silence, while many for whom it is silent long for a little more noise, a little more company. And often it is not such a holy night, either, if stress or sadness or tempers take over.
Are we supposed to experience it as holy? I remember, in my curmudgeonly twenties (yes, I was worse then!), writing in my diary on Christmas Day, “I can’t get more excited about Jesus being born just because the calendar says it’s December 25th. Shouldn’t we be excited all year long?” Ah, youth.
"But the angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid; for see—I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people."
What I pray for you tonight, and for me, is that we feel a little anticipation, a little expectation, that SOMETHING is going to happen. Yes, we are celebrating a Something that we believe happened long ago, and yet we are here each year, showing up at the manger, joining in the angels’ “glorias” because we believe it that Something is unfolding still, becoming ever clearer. Someone is drawing nearer.
I pray for you, and for me, that we have moments of wonder tonight – maybe something we see in children, or feel during a much-loved carol, or in a moment of connection with loved one or stranger. I want us to experience Christmas Eve, not just move through it. I want us to experience the Holy Spirit within and around us. I want us to “get” God-With-Us in our bones.
I can’t make that happen, for you or for me. I can say that we may not have that experience looking nostalgically at where we “felt” Christmas in the past. God is always doing a new thing, leading us forward, like those magi from the East following their star.
And sometimes God just shows up even when we’re not looking, when we’re wrapping one more gift or washing up after Christmas Eve dinner, or piling a little one into bed. Those shepherds weren’t watching for God – they were watching their flocks by night. And lo and behold, God showed up.
Man, did God ever show up!
A blessed Christmas Eve to you.
12-23-13 - Waitin' on the Baby
Christmas is coming… and after a series of community interfaith services, and a successful Doctor of Ministry degree defense last Monday (!), I got to the end of last week ready and able to engage. I did my one mall trip on Friday and came home loaded with gifts. That evening I made rum balls and Italian wafers (a batch of each with nuts and one without) and the next morning finished my baking before my house got cleaned. Advent IV, our annual "Baby Shower for Mary," church decorating and music rehearsals – check. Finally, Sunday afternoon; it was time to haul down the Christmas boxes and begin my own preparations.
"So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born…"
It gets real for me when I set up the crèche. I do it the same way each year, placing the figures the same way in the stable, and the angels at the same angles on the gold lame cloth that represents the glory of the Lord (that “shone round about them…”). The three kings are on a higher book shelf, still on their journey. The shepherd and the sheep are nearby in the field. This year, shock of shocks, I made a change: I moved the stable cat down from the hayloft, closer to the manger. (The velociraptor remains in the loft… danger lurks in the most pastoral of scenes.)
And Mary and Joseph await the birth, gazing at an empty manger, waiting… waiting… waiting for the moment when it all changes, when new life brings an end to the old. Mary and Joseph were never going to be able to go back to what they’d known. No new parents can – and these two were going to face more change than most.
What are you waiting for in your life this week? Perhaps it’s related to Christmas, perhaps not.
What new life are you praying for?
And what are you hoping will never go away?
New life is always coming at us, sometimes taking up the space of something we rather liked, or had grown comfortable with. Is there something yearning to take up space in your life, space you’re willing to make by letting something else go?
On Christmas Eve, when I get home from church, I will fetch the baby out of the little wicker trunk in the back of the stable (hey, Mary had to have some luggage…) and place him in the manger.
Jesus always shows up, eventually.
Sometimes we just have to let him out of the baggage…
"So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born…"
It gets real for me when I set up the crèche. I do it the same way each year, placing the figures the same way in the stable, and the angels at the same angles on the gold lame cloth that represents the glory of the Lord (that “shone round about them…”). The three kings are on a higher book shelf, still on their journey. The shepherd and the sheep are nearby in the field. This year, shock of shocks, I made a change: I moved the stable cat down from the hayloft, closer to the manger. (The velociraptor remains in the loft… danger lurks in the most pastoral of scenes.)
And Mary and Joseph await the birth, gazing at an empty manger, waiting… waiting… waiting for the moment when it all changes, when new life brings an end to the old. Mary and Joseph were never going to be able to go back to what they’d known. No new parents can – and these two were going to face more change than most.
What are you waiting for in your life this week? Perhaps it’s related to Christmas, perhaps not.
What new life are you praying for?
And what are you hoping will never go away?
New life is always coming at us, sometimes taking up the space of something we rather liked, or had grown comfortable with. Is there something yearning to take up space in your life, space you’re willing to make by letting something else go?
On Christmas Eve, when I get home from church, I will fetch the baby out of the little wicker trunk in the back of the stable (hey, Mary had to have some luggage…) and place him in the manger.
Jesus always shows up, eventually.
Sometimes we just have to let him out of the baggage…
12-20-13 - Trust and Obey
“When Joseph awoke from sleep, he did as the angel of the Lord commanded him…”
Joseph was a paragon of virtue, it would appear – a man who did what God commanded even though it exposed him to shame and ridicule – and ultimately a fair amount of danger, once the implications of being step-father to God’s son became apparent. Joseph excelled at obeying.
I admit I am somewhat allergic to the word “obedience.” I remember a hymn, which I always loathed, for I believe it captures all the legalistic religiosity I spend a lot of energy countering:
“Trust and obey, for there’s no other way / to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.”
“Yes, there is!” I want to shout. “There is the way of grace and acceptance and doing good on the power of the Spirit, not on our own!” As one whose faith came alive under a steady stream of preaching about the grace of God, and as one who is keenly aware of the limits of willpower, I prefer to stress the unconditional love of God that we receive despite our failure to obey. Obedience is so closely linked in my mind to legalism, I react negatively to it, despite my generally compliant nature.
And yet, here is Joseph, reminding me of the power that can be unleashed when we simply obey. Joseph’s obedience may have been due to his self-disciplined nature. Or maybe it resulted from the very clear and powerful, supernatural encounter he had in his dream with an angel of the Lord – reinforced, no doubt, by Mary’s tale of her own angelic encounter.
I think we might find ourselves more inclined toward obeying and following God's guidance if we can be more in touch with our own divine encounters. They may not be as dramatic as Joseph’s, but they are real.
So... when did you last sense the Spirit of God nudging you or instructing you in some way?
Or, when did you last sense the presence of God around you?
Or see evidence of God’s handiwork in your life or in the world?
If you can’t think of anything… there might be a prayer in that, asking God to help you become more aware, or to open your own heart a little wider to what is happening in the unseen realm of spirit.
It is hard to trust, let alone obey, a total stranger. If we keep God at arm’s length or at a polite distance, it's harder to discern the leaps of faith we are invited to take, let alone jump. God may never ask us to take a leap like Joseph did… Then again, God does invite us to nurture the Christ-life in ourselves and in others, every day of the year, like Joseph.
We don’t have to escort a pregnant woman to Bethlehem… we just have to find the couple there and meet their newborn.
Joseph was a paragon of virtue, it would appear – a man who did what God commanded even though it exposed him to shame and ridicule – and ultimately a fair amount of danger, once the implications of being step-father to God’s son became apparent. Joseph excelled at obeying.
I admit I am somewhat allergic to the word “obedience.” I remember a hymn, which I always loathed, for I believe it captures all the legalistic religiosity I spend a lot of energy countering:
“Trust and obey, for there’s no other way / to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.”
“Yes, there is!” I want to shout. “There is the way of grace and acceptance and doing good on the power of the Spirit, not on our own!” As one whose faith came alive under a steady stream of preaching about the grace of God, and as one who is keenly aware of the limits of willpower, I prefer to stress the unconditional love of God that we receive despite our failure to obey. Obedience is so closely linked in my mind to legalism, I react negatively to it, despite my generally compliant nature.
And yet, here is Joseph, reminding me of the power that can be unleashed when we simply obey. Joseph’s obedience may have been due to his self-disciplined nature. Or maybe it resulted from the very clear and powerful, supernatural encounter he had in his dream with an angel of the Lord – reinforced, no doubt, by Mary’s tale of her own angelic encounter.
I think we might find ourselves more inclined toward obeying and following God's guidance if we can be more in touch with our own divine encounters. They may not be as dramatic as Joseph’s, but they are real.
So... when did you last sense the Spirit of God nudging you or instructing you in some way?
Or, when did you last sense the presence of God around you?
Or see evidence of God’s handiwork in your life or in the world?
If you can’t think of anything… there might be a prayer in that, asking God to help you become more aware, or to open your own heart a little wider to what is happening in the unseen realm of spirit.
It is hard to trust, let alone obey, a total stranger. If we keep God at arm’s length or at a polite distance, it's harder to discern the leaps of faith we are invited to take, let alone jump. God may never ask us to take a leap like Joseph did… Then again, God does invite us to nurture the Christ-life in ourselves and in others, every day of the year, like Joseph.
We don’t have to escort a pregnant woman to Bethlehem… we just have to find the couple there and meet their newborn.
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