Converge Part 1

The colors converge, culminate, come together
Flowing, flooding, and fading into one another.
It is difficult to discern where one ends and another begins.
Just as the...
Past and present and future converge, culminate, and come together on Christmas Eve.
On a holy, silent, star-filled night, we remember that God is still creating, crafting and loving the world into being.
When Hark the Herald Angels Sing above O Little Town of Bethlehem,
We remember that God is not finished yet.
And our own story converges in the mystery of God laid Away in a Manger.
Our past...hopes and fears of all the years.
Our present moment...when we sense a peace that surpasses understanding in our soul.
Our future moments...when we need God's love and joy to guide us.

This threshold called, "Christmas Eve."
This converging moment when we sense God who was, is, and will be with us and for us.
God who called to Moses from a burning bush.
Who inspired Miriam's song.
Who interrupted Samuel's sleep.
Who gave strength to Ruth.
Who called out to Isaiah, Esther, and Amos.
Who came to us as a tiny baby.
Who is the light of the world.

That mysterious, thin place moment, when we know our lives are caught up in a convergence with the sacred.
Sometimes it is too fleeting and fading, moves out faster than a the circus from town.
Sometimes we want this truth to linger and last, but it leaves through the back door...
Yet, the truth of Christmas beckons us to follow.

Follow to those who feel lost, lonely, and left out.
Follow to the sound of laughter and tears.
Follow to a lakeside where a rabbi is out in a boat preaching about God's presence making all the difference.
If we let Christmas lead us out the door, we might sense that Christmas never left us...just asked us to follow so the good news might converge with the world God so loves.

Now that is a joy to and for our world.

Blessings.