Not dark as in hopeless or evil, but as in a breathless, nearly fulfilled time. A small, thin time at the end of a journey. I love the dark. Hope shines brighter in the dark.
Hope of what? I think the Christian faith here in our culture, our time and place in history, bears a distorted sense of hope. It is not financial breakthrough, nor happiness or an easy life. I think sin has very little to do with naughty deeds, and I doubly don't think that material prosperity is a sign of an obedient heart.
Hope. I've been walking through "The Practice of the Presence of God" (Brother Lawrence) on Tuesday nights with some folks in a local coffee pub. I'm not sure what, if anything, they have been getting from it, but it is changing me inside out. Like a baby born some 2100 years ago on the far side of Earth, YHWH is near... uncomfortably, inexcusably near. Not to bring wrath but to render love. Not to keep account of my misdeeds but to cover my nakedness. Hope for me is that someday the man who is writing this drivel and the man whom the Lord actually sees may be melded together (if nowhere else but in my own heart).
This not exactly a status quo Christmas meditation. But it's what I've got.
More to come.
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