I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Advent - Joseph
How long will grown men and women in this world
keep drawing in their coloring books
an image of God that
makes them
sad?
Meister Eckhart
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Oh God
I can picture poor Joseph
standing there
looking at the woman he thought he knew
her eyes full of fear
her belly swollen
I can picture poor Joseph
his head full of the teachings
of the keepers of the Law
I can picture poor Joseph
afraid of what people might think and say
afraid of what God
that angry God who demands righteousness and judgment
that God of Laws
engraved in stone
that God of wind and ire
might think of him if
God forbid
he see this woman
no, this girl
with the eyes of acceptance and compassion
with the eyes of love
I can picture poor Joseph
his head whirling
wanting to satisfy this harsh God he imagined
and yet, in love
wanting something far different
than anger, and judgment and exclusion
and then the angel came
and gave him
a
new
God
and a new Way
and love
was
born
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