December 11, 2012
In the days of Obama the President and Boehner the Speaker of the House, a decree went out from Washington that all the world should register for the Fiscal Cliff. And everyone watched the news daily for signs that the cliff might be averted -- even at the last moment -- by the two great leaders of the realm.
In that region along Pennsylvanian Avenue, there were cab drivers sitting by the curb, waiting for a fare in the hours near midnight. Suddenly, an angel of the Lord stood before them and the glory of the Lord shone round about them, and they were afraid (and it takes a lot to scare a cabbie). But the angel of the Lord said, "Do not fear. Hey, I have good news. Unto you is born this day in the back of the subway station a Savior, who is the Messiah, The Lord. This will be a sign for you: you will find the child wrapped in an old newspaper and lying in a shopping cart."
And when the angel had gone away from them back into heaven, the cabbies said to one another, "I know that station. Let's go to see this thing that the Lord has made known to us."
But one of them said, "I'll be along later. I'm waiting on Boehner. Don't you think he'll want to see it too?" (I don't know whether Mr. Boehner rides in taxis; since this is my story, he does.) The other cabbies scoffed, "Big people like him don't have time for this. He will yell at you to take him straight home."
But the waiting cabbie said, "No. He must know and the President too what the angels have told us." And he pulled his coat around him against the cold December air.
And lo, the hours passed as the great leaders talked inside the White House. When Boehner appeared, Obama walked with him; they were deep in conversation. The waiting cabbie hesitated, should he interrupt their talk? Should he just take them to that station without asking? Just then, the President and the Speaker glanced up and saw the cabbie staring at them. Seeing his excitement, the Speaker asked, "What's going on?"
I leave the story for you to finish. Just wonder with me: Could the Christ Child be born in a time like this? Would the two greatest decision-makers of 2012 allow God's Christ to interrupt their long night? Will we?