Eastertide is a season of new creation. We are a resurrection people, springing forth into new life like the budding flower that bursts into bloom. In times of desolation, however, this hope-filled re-creation in Christ seems meant for everyone except ‘me’.
The March for Life in Washington DC is complete, and the Church militant (you and I) are now prepared to carry God’s truth and love into our communities. And while this may seem impossible in an already-packed schedule, it is easier than it appears. What we need to do now is support one another and those around us in the smallest of ways
The one and very same God who built the mountains, anchored the seas, and lit the heavens with stars will be born this very night. Yet He, the light of Glory, hid His glory and became small. He did not seek fame nor act in grandiose ways. He sought to hold close those who will embrace Him in their heart.
The Advent of the Christ child has finally begun! It is a season to grow in profound understanding of God’s “smallness” by joining Him in becoming little ourselves. He belongs in the palace of our heart yet instead is relegated to the outskirts of our life as we busy ourselves with worldly things. Advent is the time to make Him the center of our life each day and send worldly attachments into exile.
The world is in chaos. The country is a mess. Within the Church divisions have solidified. In some minds, what appears to be an absence of God becomes false rationale to prove there is no God.
Yet all of this sets the stage for God’s glory to shine.
After completing an exercise in self-concept and self-identity I asked, Who am I? Contrary to what the world teaches, I am not my accomplishments; rather, those are manifestations of God’s gifts to me. I’m just me; that’s who I am. And I’m fine with that.