I know I normally post physical creations and photos, but today I created my thoughts on my God relationship during this season. Maybe some of you will relate.
I do not want a pristine Christmas this year. I want Mary, Joseph, and Jesus completely surrounded by the absence of family. I want the scent of blood and afterbirth, and animal sweat and manure ( heavy and dank from a hotelier who had to prepare rooms for an onslaught of census guests, not to muck out a shed for the birth of the king of kings).I want shepherds with sand and grass clinging to the haste of their sandals, perspiration staining the arms of rough cloaks. And later, I want kings, diminished by an arduous journey, resembling more mendicants than one-percenters. I want the moan of Mary in the cramping pain of the spent uterus, the dumbness of Joseph, struck by his paternal uselessness, the fumbling mutters of the shepherds still reeling from those loud, blinding angels, and kings, struggling to apologize for gifts not befitting the scene. I want Jesus, wailing at being dislodged from his throne and embryonic bliss.I want the creator of the world wrapped in ragged strips of cloth, now stained with urine and stool. I do not want a pristine Christmas this year. I want one I know. Come, Emmanuel. l.
KKS Moore, December 2020
Wow....This is incredibly powerful. I have already read it twice and will need to read several more times to truly appreciate the complete beeauty of it. I do think, though, that this is the Christmas each of us desperately needs this year. ~Robin~
May it come for you♥️
What a beautiful post! Janice
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