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God of Light, Love and Peace - Emmanuel!

 

“Light looked down and saw darkness.  “I will go there,” said light.

Peace looked down and saw war.  “I will go there,” said peace.

Love looked down and saw hatred.  “I will go there,” said love.

So the God of Light, The Prince of Peace,

The King of Love, came down and crept in beside us.”   

(Rev. John Bell)

Child of the Song!

 

When a woman in a certain African tribe knows she is pregnant, she goes out into the wilderness with a few friends and together they pray and meditate until they hear the song of the child. They recognize that every soul has its own vibration that expresses its unique flavor and purpose. When the women attune to the song, they sing it out loud. Then they return to the tribe and teach it to everyone else. When the child is born, the community gathers and sings the child's song to him or her.

Later, when the child enters education, the village gathers and chants the child's song. When the child passes through the initiation to adulthood, the people again come together and sing. At the time of marriage, the person hears his or her song. Finally, when the soul is about to pass from this world, the family and friends gather at the person's bed, just as they did at their birth, and they sing the person to the next life. (Internet)

This is the season of lessons and carols, hymns, chants, songs, and silences. Today we celebrate the incarnation of our God as the Child of the Song. We all have sung his song throughout our lives walking from darkness to light, from doubt to faith, from fear to courage, from resistance to surrender.

John sings that Jesus is the Word of God become flesh who from all eternity was with God and is God. Jesus is God’s love incarnate. He is God’s love song, singing life into the world with compassion, mercy, healing, forgiveness, inclusivity, and liberation. 

Our God has put on human flesh and has pitched his tent among us.  One author writes: “It is the day God disappears into our flesh, sinking deep inside our human nature and beginning the transformation of each and all of us and all creation by his intimate presence among us.” (M. Mekenna)

John begins his Gospel with “the true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world.” The Light was to be incarnate and dwelling among humanity. Truly, we remember, we celebrate, and we believe that our God has moved in with us!  God is present in Jesus and God’s face is revealed to us and to all creation through, with, and in Jesus.  He is to be understood as the “revealed” of God . . . all that Jesus says and does in the Gospels reveals something of the Mystery and the glory of God, and this Mystery challenges us to believe in the One whom God has sent.

In Jesus, God’s song of love is sung to those who need healing, who need  forgiveness; he sings to the outcasts so as to welcome them into God’s embrace, and sings to those who suffer pain and loss that they may be restored to hope.

We are invited to stand still; to be still and to listen deep within our hearts to the song that God has always been softly singing within us. Then within our spirits we will be awakened and free so that we can become -

a singer to the songless,


a befriender of the friendless;


an assurance for the doubting,


a reconciler for the separated;


a comforter for the sorrowing,


a friend for the forgotten;


a sweetness for the soured,


a gentleness for the angry,


wholeness for the broken,


and peace for the frightened and violent of the earth.


So today, with the choir of angels, we too, can sing and proclaim God’s love song, Jesus incarnate! For how can we keep from singing that our God is committed to companion us in all the joyful and sorrowful mysteries of our lives.  Christmas is the feast of the God who loves us so much as to take upon our human nature so that God might in the human nature impart to us God-self and thus a share in unending life.

I close with a few verses from the writings of John Shea who poetically creates the image of the child embracing his humanity . . .

 

“Then

At a homeless time of forced travel

In a stable on the edge of the world

A child who has nowhere to lay his head

Is swaddled in the rags of the poor

And warmed with the straw of beasts.

Shepherds coaxed by a night of voices

And wise men dragged by as dancing star

Watch newborn arms beat the air,

Conducting angels only children see.

Beneath the skies that sing

The virgin mother holds the child of the song.”

From: Stories of Faith

 

 

 

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Peace Poem . . .

 

Amazing Peace: A Christmas Poem
By Dr. Maya Angelou

Thunder rumbles in the mountain passes
And lightning rattles the eaves of our houses.
Flood waters await us in our avenues.

Snow falls upon snow, falls upon snow to avalanche
Over unprotected villages.
The sky slips low and grey and threatening.

We question ourselves.
What have we done to so affront nature?
We worry God.
Are you there? Are you there really?
Does the covenant you made with us still hold?

Into this climate of fear and apprehension, Christmas enters,
Streaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hope
And singing carols of forgiveness high up in the bright air.
The world is encouraged to come away from rancor,
Come the way of friendship.

It is the Glad Season.
Thunder ebbs to silence and lightning sleeps quietly in the corner.
Flood waters recede into memory.
Snow becomes a yielding cushion to aid us
As we make our way to higher ground.

Hope is born again in the faces of children
It rides on the shoulders of our aged as they walk into their sunsets.
Hope spreads around the earth. Brightening all things,
Even hate which crouches breeding in dark corridors.

In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.
At first it is too soft. Then only half heard.
We listen carefully as it gathers strength.
We hear a sweetness.
The word is Peace.
It is loud now. It is louder.
Louder than the explosion of bombs.

We tremble at the sound. We are thrilled by its presence.
It is what we have hungered for.
Not just the absence of war. But, true Peace.
A harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies.
Security for our beloveds and their beloveds.

We clap hands and welcome the Peace of Christmas.
We beckon this good season to wait a while with us.
We, Baptist and Buddhist, Methodist and Muslim, say come.
Peace.
Come and fill us and our world with your majesty.
We, the Jew and the Jainist, the Catholic and the Confucian,
Implore you, to stay a while with us.
So we may learn by your shimmering light
How to look beyond complexion and see community.

It is Christmas time, a halting of hate time.

On this platform of peace, we can create a language
To translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other.

At this Holy Instant, we celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ
Into the great religions of the world.
We jubilate the precious advent of trust.
We shout with glorious tongues at the coming of hope.
All the earth’s tribes loosen their voices
To celebrate the promise of Peace.

We, Angels and Mortal’s, Believers and Non-Believers,
Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.
Peace. We look at our world and speak the word aloud.
Peace. We look at each other, then into ourselves
And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation.

Peace, My Brother.
Peace, My Sister.
Peace, My Soul.

A Window Surprise!

 

According to a story reportedly written by Leo Buscaglia, "On a cold day in December, some years ago: A little boy, about  10 years old, was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with cold.

"A lady approached the young boy and said, 'My, but you're in such deep thought staring in that window!'

"'I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes,' was the boy's reply.

"The lady took him by the hand, went into the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her.

"She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel.

"By this time, the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she then purchased a pair of shoes for him.

"She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him. She patted him on the head and said, 'No doubt, you will be more comfortable now.'

"As she turned to go, the astonished child caught her by the hand, and looking up into her face, with tears in his eyes, asked, 'Are you God's wife?'"

 

Hope in the sacred teaching of the light!

 

A Winter Solstice Prayer

The dark shadow of space leans over us. . . . .
We are mindful that the darkness of greed, exploitation, and hatred
also lengthens its shadow over our small planet Earth.
As our ancestors feared death and evil and all the dark powers of winter,
we fear that the darkness of war, discrimination, and selfishness
may doom us and our planet to an eternal winter.

May we find hope in the lights we have kindled on this sacred night,
hope in one another and in all who form the web-work of peace and justice
that spans the world.

In the heart of every person on this Earth
burns the spark of luminous goodness;
in no heart is there total darkness.
May we who have celebrated this winter solstice,
by our lives and service, by our prayers and love,
call forth from one another the light and the love
that is hidden in every heart.
Amen.

• – By Edward Hays

 

In the Silence . . .

 

God is the Friend of Silence
We Need to Find God,
God Cannot Be Found in Noise and Restlessness.

God Is the Friend of Silence.
See How Nature . . .
Trees, Flowers, Grass
Grow in Silence.

See the Stars, the Moon and Sun . . .
How They Move in Silence.
The More We Receive in Silent Prayer,
The More We Can Give in Our Active Life.

We Need Silence to Be Able to Touch Souls.
The Essential Thing Is Not What We Say,
But What God Says . . .
To us and Through us.

All Our Words Will Be Useless
Unless They Come from Within.
Words Which Do Not Give the Light of Christ . . .
Increase the Darkness.
-Blessed Mother Teresa

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Advent: A Waiting Adventure!

 

 

 

“We need patience with each other;

with the old, the young, the sick, the slow,

and with God!

 

Psalm 36 speaks of this last need,

 the need to wait on God: 'Be still before the Lord and wait in patience.'

 We must learn how to sit still, to stop being in a hurry,

and wait for God to move within our lives.

 

We still ourselves in prayer,

aware that the graces we need,

the special gifts we desire,

will come to us when we are ready.

Whatever is necessary for our spiritual journeys

will come when the time is ready.

Until that time we simply sit in stillness,

waiting, and even seeing pleasure, finding fun, in waiting!”

Edward Hays ~ Pray All Ways

Advent Examen . . .Waiting in Gratitude!

 

Ignatian Examen for Advent

The Grace of Gratitude
I speak from my heart telling God why I am grateful,
being very particular and naming specific things:
gifts, people, events, blessings
How do I wait with gratitude?

The Grace to See
I walk with God through the experiences of my day
(or past year) giving thanks where I have grown,
and noticing where I have stumbled.
Where do I need the gift of light?
How do I wait with a discerning heart?

The Grace of Freedom
I ask for the grace to awaken my memory to anything from
my day (or past year) where God is inviting me to greater
freedom and peace.
I spend some time listening to my heart.
How do I wait in peace… in silence… listening?

The Grace of Mercy
I ask to feel hope, knowing that God will always give me
forgiveness. I ask God’s mercy in personal words that come
from my heart.
How do I wait in hope and with trust this
Advent Season?

The Grace of Transformation
I listen to my heart for invitations to change the way I pray,
live, work, love, play, relate, serve, or define success.
What deep desire within me is waiting to be
uncovered, discovered, or recovered this
Advent Season?

I pray the Our Father that God’s Kingdom reign in my life.

Examen adapted by William Watson, S.J.
Advent Reflections

A Blessing Befriending Darkness . . .

 

A Blessing for Traveling in the Dark

Jan Richardson

 

Go slow

if you can.

Slower.

More slowly still.

Friendly dark

or fearsome,

This is no place

to break your neck

by rushing,

by running,

by crashing into

what you cannot see.

 

Then again,

it is true:

different darks

have different tasks,

and if you

have arrived here unawares,

if you have come

in peril

or in pain,

this might be no place

you should dawdle.

 

I do not know

what these shadows

ask of you,

what they might hold

that means you good

or ill.

It is not for me

to reckon

whether you should linger

or you should leave

 

But this is what

I can ask for you:

That in the darkness

there be a blessing.

That in the shadows

there be a welcome.

That in the night

you be encompassed

by the Love that knows

your name.

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