Thou Son of the Most High,
Prince of Peace, be born into our world.
Wherever there is war in this world, wherever there is pain, wherever
there is loneliness, wherever there is no hope, come, thou long-expected one,
with healing in thy wings.
Holy Child, whom the
shepherds and the kings and the dumb beasts adored, be born again. Wherever there is boredom, wherever there is
fear of failure, wherever there is temptation too strong to resist, wherever
there is bitterness of heart, come, thou blessed one, with healing in thy
wings.
Saviour, be born in each of
us who raises his face to thy face, not knowing fully who he is or who thou
art, knowing only that thy love is beyond his knowing and that no other has the
power to make him whole. Come, Lord
Jesus, to each who longs for thee even though he has forgotten thy name. Come quickly.
Amen. (The Hungering Dark by Frederick Buechner)
Scripture: John 3:1-8
Journal: What is being born anew within you during this holiday season? How will you make time and space for this new
thing to grow and develop?
Reflection:
The holidays are only holy if we make them so.
Otherwise, the assault of
modernity—from crass consumerism to a twenty-four-hour news cycle to the
compulsivity of the wired world—wrecks whatever we have left of our nervous
systems, making the true spiritual meaning of Christmas seem as distant as the
furthest star. It’s only when we
consciously carve out a space for the holy—in our heads, our hearts and our
lifestyles—that the deeper mysteries of the season can reveal themselves.
The holidays are a time of
spiritual preparation, if we allow them to be.
We’re preparing for the birth of our possible selves, the event with
which we have been psychologically pregnant all our lives. And the labor doesn’t happen in our fancy
places; there is never “room in the Inn,” or room in the intellect, for the
birth of our authentic selves. That
happens in the manger of our most humble places, with lots of angels, i.e.,
thoughts of God, all around.
Something happens in that
quiet place, where we’re simply alone and listening to nothing but our
hearts. It’s not loneliness, that
aloneness. It’s rather the solitude of
the soul, where we are grounded more deeply in our own internal depths. Then, having connected more deeply to God,
we’re able to connect more deeply with each other. Our connection to the divine unlocks our
connection to the universe.
According to the mystical
tradition, Christ is born into the world through each of us. As we open our hearts, he is born into the
world. As we choose to forgive, he is
born into the world. As we rise to the
occasion, he is born into the world. As we
make our hearts true conduits for love, and our minds true conduits for higher
thoughts, then absolutely a divine birth takes place. Who we’re capable of being emerges into the
world, and weaknesses of the former self begin to fade. Thus are the spiritual mysteries of the
universe, the constant process of dying to who we used to be as we actualize
our divine potential.
We make moment-by-moment
decisions what kind of people to be—whether to be someone who blesses, or who
blames; someone who obsesses about past or future, or who dwells in the
present; someone who whines about problems, or who creates solutions. It’s always our choice what attitudinal
ground to stand on: the emotional quicksand of negative thinking, or the
airstrip of spiritual flight. ~Marianne Williamson
Prayer
Closing
Prayer: Almighty God, who came to us long ago in the
birth of Jesus Christ, be born in us anew today by the power of your Holy
Spirit. We offer our lives as home to
you and ask for grace and strength to live as your faithful, joyful children
always. Through Jesus Christ our
Lord. Amen. (A Guide to Prayer for
Ministers and Other Servants)
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