Christmas comes and I pray.
May I be present for the deeply-holy, twilight-emergence of a manger-ed babe. May I, like Mary, hear and obey angelic commands to carry a child ‘done unto me’. May I, like Joseph, protect what is yet vulnerable. Like shepherd or wise man, bow to divine delivery.
What whispered possibility, what un-thought world, arrives with the babe that chooses when and with whom to make its entrance?
What wants to be born in me? Not of flesh, but of spirit. What is yet unshaped … seeking attention? Asking for my consent and protection, my care and humility. What service and satisfaction await?
May I follow the bright star of the divine baby’s birth, tend its cries and meet its promise.
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The artwork is absolutely stunning on this page!! Equally stunning are the words “arrives with the babe that chooses when and with whom to make its entrance?” We did not have that choice, but we have had so many others as we have followed the “bright stars” along our path.
Thank you, Melissa 🙂 I love searching out the Christmas babe–the bright star–that wants something from the ‘stable rude’ that I am. Yes, individual choice matters so much!