Please pray with me
God of arrivals in the most
unusual, unexpected, outlandish places (a barn). God who plots and plans to let shepherds be
your public relations team. God who
conspires to drop off the grid after being born for thirty years while Ceasar
clamors about being a god and Herod’s anxiety drenches everyone, this is not
how we expect You to work in our lives.
Honestly, the script of Christmas seems a little bit far-fetched for our
five-year-strategic plans. The good news
we are preparing to fling wide the doors of our heart to on Christmas Eve goes
against the grains of other gospels that preach and proclaim in the world
today. Gospels of might makes right and
fear and buying our way to happiness and that everything will be better when
“our” people are in power. Good Lord,
what are humans that You are mindful of us?
Good Lord, how many times do we need to sing and share the familiar words
of “Hope,” “Peace,” “Love,” and “Joy” before we finally let the language of
Advent be our guide and grounding everyday of life. Let the mystery of this season continue to
awaken and alert us that You move in unusual ways. Let the holiness that moves us to stillness
and silence continue to open us to the truth that there is more to life than we
can control or comprehend. Let the
playfulness and prayerfulness of Your way open us with curiosity and
faithfulness to the wisdom that You are not finished yet with us. God we need more than a little Christmas or
holly or rushing/racing to score points, we need You now. So come, O come, Emmanuel ~ may Your eternal
embrace enfold us and hold us ~ as we continue to open our whole selves to Your
arrival. Amen. And Amen.
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