Its true when missionaries talk about how many times the culture they live within, though vastly different from their own, is closer to the Biblical cultural worldview than their modern, Western cultural worldview. As my own family prepares for Christmas this year, for the first time away from our own culture - I have been pondering how even the Biblical story of Jesus’ birth has been shaped by my cultural viewpoint. I’ve been thinking how this people group in Africa that live around me might “get” the story better than I ever have.
To begin with, I’m thinking of the forgotten chapter of the story – Matthew 1. Can you imagine going to a Christmas eve candlelight service and having a little boy stand up to read the Christmas story and starting with Jesus’ genealogy? It might end in laughter due to all the trying and failing at pronouncing all those names – but I don’t think that’s the main reason why we “skip” this part of the birth narrative. Its probably because lineages aren’t very important to us “modern” Westerners.
I grew up in Youngstown, Ohio – although it is now a part of the “rust belt” – in its prime it was a huge steel producer and, since it was an industrial city, had lots of European immigrants. I was proud to know “who I was” – that my Dad’s parents were from Poland and Slovakia – that they came through Ellis Island with their parents. I knew my ethnicity and the ethnicity of most of my friends in school when I was growing up – knew the taste of their food, heard their grandparents speak a different language than English. I remember when I started dating Lyndy almost 10 years ago and asked her what her ethnicity was – having grown up in rural Indiana, I guess this isn’t a question that is asked much because she responded with silence. I learned later she went home and asked her mom, and Stacey responded “Oh dear, I don’t know but do you think if you’re a certain ethnicity he won’t date you anymore?” Knowing your lineage just isn’t that big of a deal to many of us.
That isn’t the case in Africa and it wasn’t the case for first century Judaism. Lineage was extremely important. I remember being in Ghana a few years ago and preaching from Matthew 1. I didn’t want the pastor to have to read the whole passage (you know those hard names aren’t fun in any language), but the next thing I knew he was reading everything “and (insert difficult name to pronounce) was the father of (insert a more difficult name to pronounce here).” Later I asked the pastor why he read the whole passage when I gave him the “out” of not having to try to say all those names. His response “it’s important knowing who your tribe is, who your people are, where you come from.” And it is and I’m glad that the African culture doesn’t forget to study the genealogy of Jesus because it too is a God-breathed portion of Scripture – its there for an important reason.
Look no farther than the inclusion of the women’s names – go a step farther and notice that some of those listed aren’t even “insiders” but “outsiders”, they aren’t part of the “holy huddle” but are prostitutes and reminders of not the greatest stories (ie: in the time when most kings went off to war, the greatest king of Israel happened to be checking out the view from his roof…). Show an African a genealogy and she could tell you a lot about the person – who they are, what they can become, how they’re viewed within the larger community. Show a first century Jew this particular genealogy found in Matthew 1 and while it looks good – the line of Abraham (the person is part of the right people group) and the line of David (the person is in the kingly line) – there would be huge question marks (with Tamar’s story, Rahab’s story, Ruth [a Moabite] included, the stain of the story of Bathsheba) – yet Matthew includes this in the birth narrative and it begs the question why. Why? Because our God is a God of redemption, renewal, and restoration. While God does not create (probably its better to think of God allowing rather than creating or choosing) the situations and storylines of our lives, He can restore and redeem even the most confusing, even the darkest, even the parts that make no sense at all to us. An African perspective helps me see that the story that ends with God Himself being placed in a manger, doesn’t begin when Joseph and Mary show up in Bethlehem but long before that in Jesus’ “family tree.”
One more cultural thing that has risen to the surface since I’ve been in Africa is the whole idea of the “stable” or the “cave.” While my culture loves nativities with their barn-like stable (in fact, my own family had over 4 nativities in our home in Marion last Christmas), this may be a bit of a stretch at best for the actual story. While its easy for us to think of no room in the inn in terms of stopping off an interstate exit only to find that the Holiday Inn, Best Western, Hampton Inn, and Comfort Suites are all booked and there isn’t one room available – that’s probably not how it occurred. For an African, the idea of “inn” as in “hotel” doesn’t come to mind. Nor does the idea of “animals” conjure up the image of a barn or stable. And I don’t think these images would have come to mind for Luke’s first audience either. Luke doesn’t even use the word for “inn” in this story – at least not the same word he uses for the place we’d think of when we think of inn (he uses that word in his telling of the Good Samaritan story). Here our African brothers and sisters can help us. Most homes here have one bedroom and one large room (kind of like a mixture of a living room/dining room). When family comes its customary to offer the bedroom to the guests. Further more, animals aren’t kept in a separate dwelling like a stable, but are brought in the house during the night at times. On several occasions in African villages I’ve tripped over a goat tied to a chair in the main room of the house. Take that knowledge to the Christmas story – the census has all the family going back to Bethlehem (more than just Joseph and Mary) – so many guests are in the house that there is no room in the guest bedroom. The delivery occurs in the main room where animals are present. While this idea of Jesus being born in a home throws me as an American who grew up with a healthy dose of a hard-hearted innkeeper and a barn full of animals, it probably is what occurred in the first century. Maybe that ruins the story for you – but for me it brings more to the story. It isn’t about Jesus being born in some extremely abnormal setting – a distant cave or a wooden stable – but perhaps its more about the God of the universe becoming a baby. About the mystery of divinity being wrapped in humanity but in a very “normal” setting. Not that Jesus was born in some fabulously, amazing, vastly different place – but that He was born in the same place and the same way as countless others have been born in that time and culture. To move the story into our culture and time, maybe the parallel wouldn’t be the Christ-child being born in a rundown shed behind a no-vacancy Days Inn, but in a busy hospital ward. And in this Christmas story, with all of our own cultural understandings pushed aside, we can see the theme of Emmanuel – “God with us.” Perhaps what is most compelling about the story of the birth of Jesus is how “normal” the birth really was (although God becoming man is anything but “normal”).
Anyways…just some thoughts from our first Christmas in Africa…





