Yes, it has been ages, and I so much want to be more consistent and frequent with my reflections on this blog. Alas, I’m not sure that a period of such constancy is coming anytime soon. It’s not that I’m not reflecting and writing. The reflecting and writing has been more of an interior discipline lately, and it is bearing much fruit, even if I cannot yet put words to it that are ready to be shared here.
So because I’m sitting down with a cup of tea at the end of this Christmas feast day, my thoughts turn to this wonder of the incarnation, and the lengths to which God will go to get my attention and convince me that I am God’s beloved. This Christmas feast is full of paradox, and God knows, I love pondering paradox…
Those who walk in darkness have seen a great light.
As Fr. J mentioned last night in his homily, it was shepherds to whom the angels announced the birth of the Savior, not the upper crust, the high priests, but the smelly, dirty folks who didn’t count for much in society.
Seems to me that we all have a bit of shepherd in us…that part of us that is unfettered by sophisticated thoughts and arguments, free from the need to be right, of a disposition to receive without condition the good news that God is with us, in us.
May that good news take root in us in deeper and more powerful ways during this blessed season. God knows, the world needs some good news.
N.B. To avoid the trap of romanticizing the shepherds, allow me to point out that we may bathe regularly, but if you are like me, there are times when “stinkin’ thinkin’” wants to creep in…
It is good to find you here again. It would be so nice to find you here more often. But, yes, it sounds like you’re very busy!
I like your mention of the shepherds, and I do hope to have a bit of shepherd in me…
Wishing you a Merry, Merry Christmas, Sandy!