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.
Thursday, December 12, 2019
perpetual incarnation
“You are a little soul carrying about a corpse, as Epictetus
used to say.”
― Marcus
Aurelius, Meditations
“Never tell a child,” said George Macdonald, ‘you have a
soul. Teach him, you are a soul; you have a body.’ As we learn to think of
things always in this order, that the body is but the temporary clothing of the
soul….”
When he told of how he took his wheelchair-bound teenage
son Tony, dying of Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy, to the river to go fishing, the
entire room would hang on every word (no matter how many times we had heard the
story). Completely bereft as he watched Tony painfully work to get his line in
the water, Pepe began to cry. “Dad,” Tony said, “Why are you crying? There’s
nothing wrong with me. It’s just my Earth suit that is having trouble. Nothing
is wrong with me.”
Ron
H quoted by Richard Rohr
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each day
whether I like it or not
(and sometimes as a true introvert I like it not)
The Sacred drops people into my path
I have long since abandoned the idea
that these are chance encounters
although I sometimes think that Sacred has
a warped sense of humor
but there they are
needy people
angry people
people who embrace a leader I abhor
hurting people
lonely people
addicted people
strong people
insightful people
there they are
God carriers
Precious souls
Sacred children in their “earth suit’
If only we would see
Every Advent we celebrate God adventing
Jesus
God with us
Light in the darkness
The Sacred in an earth suit
Showing us what God is like
Showing us a new way of doing life
We sing of angels and shepherds
And of magi, keeping it weird
As they travel from the east
We talk about Mary and Joseph
and the baby
Ah the baby
The Sacred temporarily clothed
In human flesh
And then we go through our days
And fail to recognize
the perpetual incarnation
We fail to see that Jesus is still here
still God with us
still incarnate
we fail to see that Jesus is present
in the manger of every heart
we fail to remember that each person is a precious soul
each person is, in some mysterious way Jesus (Matthew 25)
each person is part of this ongoing incarnation
that Jesus made possible
it is of course not a simple matter
it never was
when Jesus came
even though Scripture foretold
and stars pointed the way
and angels choirs sang
a pitiful few gathered at the cradle
we do not always understand
we do not always see
we are not always awake to the good news
we do not see the Christ in others
we do not see the Christ in ourselves
but that does not change the reality
Advent happened
Advent happens still
Incarnation is
God is born in the manger of our hearts
God is incarnate within this common flesh
Carrying out that ministry of Love
Transforming us from the inside out
Making us new
God is in us, the hope of glory
And God is in each person we meet
And that changes everything
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