I am quoting from Ann Voskamp too often these days perhaps but I feel as if she is a life line lately. I love her poetic perspective and her solid faith, even in the inability to comprehend it all. This line grabbed me today as I read her blog. I imagine Jesus packing himself into this tiny wee body, wrapped in swaddling clothes, and getting ready to leave the spacious starfields, to come and lay quietly in a manger.
I close my eyes and I see him there in my arms, his tiny fingers wrapped around one of mine, his eyes wide open seeing beyond what any infant can take in, and a smile as bright as the star that we all follow to arrive at this humble crib. I am holding Holy. I have scooped up Sacred. I am cradling the One who Created me. How is this even possible? In all the pain and sorrow of these days since the shootings, I am quieted by a reverence that God is in control. God had a plan then and has one now.
As the directors met today, one of them said to me that she thought I was brave to put on the service last night for my sister and for those who had died in Connecticut. I was caught off guard and I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. I had not considered myself to be brave. I had only done what I knew needed to be done to help to heal a community in pain.
God gave up the starfields to come down to this place of pain and of beauty. God took on bones and skin to minister to those who need Love and Compassion. The Creator asks us to join in this work too. I willingly say yes and I am grateful that I do not journey alone but with a community that holds me in the same way that the stars in the heavens do not shine alone either. We need each other. In these desperate times, we need each other more than we may be able to articulate...but we should all try.
Peace,
Suzanne
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