I invite you into the prayer practice of Visio Divina with
one big, deep breath that reaches all the way down to your pinkie toe.
Breathe in to the count of three...exhale to the count of six or
seven.
Breathe in the One who tends and mends our lives...exhale that
which seems cut off or even broke.
Breathe in the promise of new growth...breathe out places where
the fresh bark of life hasn't hardened into a deep, rough dark brown exterior
of a tree.
Look at the image and let your eyes stay with the very first thing
that you see. Keep your attention on the one part of the image that first
catches your eye. Try to keep your eyes from wandering to other parts of the
picture.
Now let your focus slowly survey and surf from the big parts of
the photo that capture your attention to the smallest details. Breathe
deeply and let yourself gaze at as many parts of the image as possible for a
minute or so. You may want to make a list of all you are seeing, all that
is stirring, and perhaps why you are drawn to these parts or have these
insights.
Consider the following questions:
What emotions does this image evoke in you?
What does the image stir up in you, bring forth in you?
Does this image lead you into an attitude of prayer? If so, let
these prayers take form in you. Write them down if you desire.
Reflection
It's broken!
At some point when we risk vulnerable love in the world, something
will snap and we will reveal or expose the vulnerable part of our hearts just
beneath the exterior bark of the tree called, "Our lives."
Like the tree above, the roots of our lives extend deep into the
soil of our souls and the dirt of the earth. We are born as an offshoot
of other trees around us, grow up in a forest called a family. The roots
of our relationships connect us, nourish us, and sometimes even transmitting dis-ease
from one generation to the next.
Like the tree above, we grow through the years adding rings within
our souls. We have moments of growth when we reach toward the sky.
We have moments of expansion when we spread our branches. We have times
of sharing when we sprout leaves and bear fruit.
Take just a moment to ponder prayerfully the metaphorical
connection to our life and the growth of a tree. How many rings are
within your soul? When and where are you growing? When and where
are you expanding to new places, even if it is millimeter-by-millimeter?
When and where are you bringing forth good fruit in these December days?
As we behold and are be-held by that truth, we also acknowledge
the times when the winds of life start to howl, the winds whip up breaking off
branches, scattering the leaves, and causing us to bend over prayerfully crying
out the ancient words of the psalmist, "How long, O God?!"
Sometimes in moments like that we break.
It's broken.
Love, like a tree in the forest of life, sometimes snaps in
response to the windstorms of life.
Love, like glass, is fragile.
Love, like a glacier caving, sets pieces to sail in the water
around, piece that are no longer connected.
It's broken.
Jesus knew that when he heard stories from his parents how they fled
the wrath of Herod to save his life, going to Egypt, when he was just an
infant. (Matthew 2)
Jesus knew the brokenness when his disciples, the very ones he had
chosen, called, preached and taught, demanded to know who would sit at his left
and right (places of honor) in God's kingdom. (Mark 10)
Jesus knew the brokenness because the inclusive and expansive love
he embodied ran afoul with Caesar who didn't want anyone else claiming to be the
Son of God. (Mark 14)
It's broken like a glass Christmas tree ornament we thought we
stored so carefully last year.
It's broken like a chip in the hands of one of the figurines from
your creche scene.
It's broken like a love willing to risk being shared with others in
this world today.
And when we are broken open it can either leave us bitter
believing we will never do that again.
Or we process the pain out on the growing edges of life.
I am not sure that tree above will be able to regenerate or be restored.
It will take time. The same is true with love when we are broken open.
But I am convinced at the heart of Christmas is a trace of God’s
grace and love that can heal our world.
I am convinced that same spirit found in a stable during this season continues
to move day-by-day in the coming year. I
am convinced that God is always entering anew and afresh around our lives.
I pray you might encounter such restoring and regenerating love in these days.
Blessings ~~