Because of this single barnyard scene, we are now beholden of God, our heads pressed against his bosom as a called out community of little ones, crying out to suckle. And, to a parent, not even our worst smells could make them love us any less.
Our story takes place in the Everyday. It is filled with the ordinary. It is a story of dusty villages far from the centers of power. It is a story in which ordinary, everyday things happen. People work hard. A couple decides to get married. A priest takes his turn at the…
The true self and false self can rise up and be at odds in the Christmas season, perhaps without our even realizing it. How will we notice and respond?
The transforming power of The Story is that it isn’t a red carpet parade of A-list luminaries. No, the Gospel is peopled by nobodies. Forgotten ones. Little people in a BIG STORY. Anna is one of those.
Where have you noticed the birthing of Christ within you?
I don’t yet know what Advent means, but perhaps reflecting on the experience of waiting and longing can teach us.