Over the past two weeks, we have learned many truths from some unexpected critterly relationships and encounters on the way to Bethlehem. We have heard them talking in their own languages, with their own unique points of view. We have sung with them, been startled by them, marched along them, crawled with them, flew with them, called out to whoever would listen with them. We have been sweeping clean our own Advent path with a lot of help from our critter friends.
N ow we will be meeting up with some beings who are mostly human, but not entirely, thank goodness. We will listen to them in their own idioms. We will cry and laugh and dance and crawl and mourn and regret and sigh and then jump up high in many showers of new light along with these folk. For, you see, we are created in such a peculiar way that we just do not learn or prepare or rejoice very effectively until our hearts and minds have been drilled by points of light fired like shafts by others into our souls. Come, let us prepare together!
So grab your walking sticks and a travel pack. Scrub the mists from your eyes, so that you may see clearly what has been inside you always. Throw a little water over your head, so that you may be clean when meeting these wonderful “other folk”. Carry a little oil, pack a little water, store up a little grain “against that day foretold since before the creation.” Take my hand, pilgrim.
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