Friday, December 7, 2012

A real baby

It's the first Friday of the month, which means I'm digging into past journals along with others like me. We're a mixed bag of artists, poets and those who write in prose (me!), but each of us brings something tasty to the banquet. Check us out at Dawn's blog.

I was hopeful this morning as I reached for a journal among the ubiquitous line-up on my shelf. Hopeful that I'd grab a composition book containing an advent reflection. And, God who is faithful, certainly intended the same because not only did I pick correctly (no small feat) but amazingly opened the notebook to December 2, which was the first Sunday in Advent in 2007. I am humbled sometimes that I have so little faith that God will work as I ask. Even in such small a thing as this.

Those of you who are regular readers of my blog might find this somewhat similar to part of what I wrote earlier this week, but what is that to me? This is what I'm always thinking about when Advent begins. It's the astonishing thing.

Enough prelude.

December 2, 2005
"Mary, did you know...
when you kissed your boy,
you kissed the face of God?"

A song from church this morning that I keep singing as I walk through the rest of a quiet Sunday. It takes me to the heart of Incarnation. A soft, dewy new baby's face the matchless face of God. Hands curled into fists clutching at his human mama's breast the hands that had 'flung stars into space' and would be punctured by the darkest shade of blood--our sin. A real human baby. A real face the face of God.
As real as my own son for whom He bled. As real as my son who laughed and ran and played deep and hard. As earnest, tender and all boy as my son.
A real boy.
Real God all at once.
This is the story of Advent.
Come, Baby, come.
Come, God-in-new-flesh, come.
Come, Jesus, Emanuel, O Holy One, Come.

 One more thing: this was five years before my son began his struggle with mental illness, so today the words are even more poignant to me. God reminds me today of what is true for all of us, but for my son in specific. And I crumble to my knees in hope. And that's what Advent is, after all, isn't it? Hope in the darkness. Hallelujah.


Recovering Church Lady said...

Really beautiful post. The "realness" of Jesus as a person is such a BIG place to go in our minds isn't it?

Pamela M. Steiner said...

And that very real Baby Jesus is alive today, and ever interceding on behalf of our sons and daughters (and ourselves) for the grace and mercy of God to be showered upon us. "Emmanuel, God With Us"...always.

Dawn Paoletta said...

Hope in the darkness, Hallelujah. Yes my friend. Yes. May he comfort us with His presence and reminders of His love. Beautiful.

quietspirit said...

May God continue to bless you as you walk with Him. We never know what life brings us but we know God loves us and will work things out for what is best for us and for His glory.