Good Morning, God!
Today is Christmas Eve — the day before Christmas when all is Waiting and Holding its breath. I love the legends and folktales, God. Isn’t there one about the animals being able to speak on Christmas Eve?
I seems to me that the legends and folktales come closer to capturing the reality of Christmas than our current understanding. We are such a rational culture — ah, to our loss, God, to our loss.
Animals speaking seems so right. My mom’s cat is so clearly trying to communicate with us. And we are so pitifully non-telepathic. Clearly words cannot capture or explain what You want to tell us. So in Christmas you “act it out.”
I look at this lovely scene with Mary, Joseph and Jesus — plus a shepherd, three kings and a sheep. Perfect! The highest and lowest rankings of humans and a sheep. Surely, God, all of us are like sheep who have gone astray — lost our way. Forgotten that loving one another — caring for ourselves and others — helping people help themselves — all of these create the lasting riches of a meaningful life.
It seems to me, God, that it is important to understand that we do not understand. I choose love, God. I choose You coming in a special way as a baby. Entering Time and Space — to bring not just Love, but Hope. I need them both!