We two kings ...
The third king has come unstuck. He’s dropped the light, and
awaits repair upstairs. He dropped it last Christmas, and has awaited repair
all year. But we’ve been too busy, one way and another, to even take time to
apply a bit of glue to his upturned arms. A whole year hasn’t been long enough
somehow...
It’s easy to drop the light. To become unstuck, too busy
with preparations for everything, everyone, except the King. I just had a wee chat with
our postie Paul, who said he is madly laying floors and painting walls before
family arrive for the holidays. Today I am pretty focused on getting the
traditional Potica to rise – always a challenge in a cold house. Then I want to
check the gift situation, do a bit of wrapping, a lot of cleaning, some more
baking ... the prep goes on. Busy busy.
And the prep can snuff out the light. We can even drop it as
our hands fill up with all sorts of things.
I’ve just come out of the prayer window, and a rendezvous
with the King. Time to confess, to be cleansed, to be refilled and relit with
the Light of the World. Advent is the season of prep, but we – I – so often
replace the important inner, spiritual preparation of a place fit for the King
of Kings to live, with outer, relatively unimportant prep.
May your light shine bright throughout the busy preparations.
Especially in this world of turmoil and uncertainty, as the darkness nips at
our toes, the prep that is really needed is that time in the prayer window, or
wherever you call your sacred space.
Whatever gift you have been given by the King, let him fill
your arms with it this Christmas, as you offer it back to him in utter trust
and joy.
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