It is Christmas! I don’t know about you, but this year I felt such a spaciousness early in December, and then it all shifted and there were Christmas presents to buy and wrap, menus to plan and of course that darn Christmas letter that never seems to get written until the very last minute.
What is it about this season that causes us to feel so rushed and unsettled?
It is in those moments when I sort of forget, that I get out this small volume of poems by Ann Weems to remind me of what this season means.
Christmas Comes
Christmas comes every time we see God in other persons.
The human and the holy meet in Bethlehem
or in Times Square,
for Christmas comes like a golden storm on its way
to Jerusalem—
determinedly, inevitably. . . .
Even now it comes
in the face of hatred and warring—
no atrocity to terrible to stop it,
no Herod strong enough,
no hurt deep enough,
no curse shocking enough,
no disaster shattering enough,
For someone on earth will see the star,
someone will see the angel voices,
someone will run to Bethlehem,
someone will know peace and goodwill:
the Christ will be born!
Filled with many insights and wisdom, Weems weaves modern understandings into this age old story giving it new life. I found The Refugees, about the flight into Egypt very compelling and Boxed about putting away her creche quite poignant. In this time of uncertainty, where many of our traditions and guideposts for the season have been changed because of the pandemic, I found Weems words and insights comforting and challenging.
Wishing you all a very special Christmas!
Brenda's Bookshelf 
Brenda a peaceful and healthy 2022 to you
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