Dec 30, 2011
A few years ago, stealing the baby Jesus from outdoor nativity scenes was all the rage. While I'd personally rather have a six-foot tall Balthazar in my living room, most thieves presumably felt that swiping the Christ child was both more poignant and sacrilegious. I'm not sure what you do with a giant plastic baby wrapped in swaddling clothes but I do hope, for propriety's sake, that he's not living in the basement of a fraternity house next to the beer pong table.
In recent years some churches and towns have combated this crime by jabbing GPS tracking devices into their babies Jesi (that's the plural of Jesus, right?). My take is that if someone needs Jesus in their life that badly, they may as well just keep him. But, then again, I don't put up a giant nativity scene so I've never been a victim of a Jesus-napping.
When I was a seminarian I did my field education work at Trinity Church in Highland Park, Illinois. I had a great experience sitting at the feet of the then-rector Terry White. I did all sorts of things during that time including leading adult education classes, going on pastoral visits, putting together a foosball table, having lunch with the rector, and preaching on occasion.
During Advent that year (1999) someone stole baby Jesus out of the creche set up in Daley Plaza in downtown Chicago. This was shocking because it was the first time anyone had pulled off a Christmas caper on such a grand scale. And the media loved the story! It was all over the news with sensationalized headlines.
I remember preaching the next weekend and happened to toss in the term "Christ Heist." I'm sure there were profoundly insightful theological references in the sermon but all anyone could talk about was that phrase. Terry never forgot the line and it's become something of joke between us each Advent.
So another Christ Heist has taken place in Illinois. I hope you have an alibi but more importantly, if you see the baby Jesus this Christmas season, please return him to Des Plaines.
If I were being snotty I could say this is what they get for putting Jesus into the creche before Christmas Eve. Fortunately I'm still in the Christmas spirit so I'll keep quiet. At least until Epiphany.