And I am remembering that Christmas is the celebration of God's absolute and unwavering willingness - desire, even! - to be one with us, to be one of us, to enter into the human predicament and see it through as each and every one of us will do. Ensconced on the sofa (downstairs for the first time in several days!) listening to my all-time favorite Christmas album, Amy Grant's A Christmas Album, with tears streaming down my cheeks as she reminds me that the old language for the birth of the Messiah still points to timeless redeeming Truth.
Light and life to all He brings,
Mild He lays His glory by,
Born to raise us from the earth,
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Emmanuel, God With Us, you move me to tears to know that you redeem us just by being among us, by being with us, indeed just by being.
I don't know if we'll be able to get a tree, or if the last presents will get picked up from the post office in time. I hope the soup supply doesn't run out before we're out of quarantine. But even if all that happens we are loved, we are going to be ok.
Thank you for sharing your very personal, very moving account. God responds most to heartfelt tears of devotion. When an experiential sense of the sacred Mystery descends upon and seizes one's very being, "Love's pure Light" readily finds a home in such a heart.
ReplyDeleteVery best wishes for the speediest of recoveries, and for a joyous Christmas season! - John Roger Barrie