I see in your soul
what’s mirrored in mine.
You’re waiting too
for the pandemic to end
to see everyone’s faces
no proof required
for the pain to stop
the days to get longer
the path to be clear
for stuff to stop
shaking up
our snow globe lives
to get everything done
and finally rest
to be thanked
forgiven
seen
known
for the storms to be stilled
the prisoners freed
a room at the inn.
We close our eyes
hold our breath
and wait
until we can’t
hold it
any
longer.
Wait with me
until the snow globe
inside
settles
and we open our eyes
to see
God’s not waiting
for that moment to arrive.
This scratchy darkness
is a manger.
I cannot tell you
how the light comes,
but that it does.
That it will.
That it works its way
into the deepest dark
that enfolds you. . .
–Jan Richardson, “How the Light Comes”
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Advent 4: Tell
Mary didn’t just ponder these things in her heart. She went and visited her cousin Elizabeth who was also with child.
As you light this fourth advent candle, consider who might like to hear about your inner experience of God. Where would your visit take place–on a Zoom call, after church, over coffee? Imagine their joy and yours as you share how Christ is being birthed in you. Perhaps they will tell you how God is being birthed in them.
What love mischief are you and God doing for the world?
Let me know and I will include it in an upcoming post.
An Everyday Pilgrim 