On my knees I went. Lord, I am anxious about the days ahead. I like being real with God….and getting emotional with God, as I taught the congregation yesterday. And I told him about the two assignments I had to write by Sunday, 20 November. The meetings I had. The sermon I had to prepare. The appointments I had. One assignment had been outlined but not yet written. The other had only been thought about. Such murky “thought about” is like some unseen hungry monster in some dark corner of the room, usually under the bed. If only I had an outline I would feel more at ease. As I waited in silence, his whisper gave me assurance. Trust him to work it out. Trust him to work it out.
These several weeks I have been meditating on the birth narratives of Christ. Appropriately so as the Christmas season approaches. The Incarnation stuns me afresh. God took on human flesh. He who is Spirit is now adorned with flesh, glorified, scarred flesh. He did not tear it off after his ascension like some used dirtied clothing, but left it on himself like his favourite suit. Rightly so, as He wants to be appropriately dressed since He has invited us to the Trinitarian dance.
But of more immediate usefulness are those angelic refrain, Do not be afraid. Do not be afraid. Do not be afraid. Do not be afraid. To Zechariah. To Mary. To Joseph. To the shepherds. To me too. To me too. As it turned out I was able to rejoice at doing all that needed to be done, including additions like a funeral, and all with poise and a remarkable flow of energy, and ahead of schedule too.