At first I was imagining something new for this year…but then I thought about the liturgy and how we hear the stories of our faith told in cycles and spirals, circles and ever expanding circles. I keep returning to this poem on Christmas Day because it’s a message that isn’t getting old. It’s a message that moves with me through days and nights, weeks and months and now years. 

What would it mean for the world…for the whole of creation…if within each one…living in tents, rooms, street corners, apartments, houses; if within each one…carrying love, carrying a gun, carrying a baby, holding hope; if within each one…searching for reasons, answers, love, or community…

What if…we could feel or sense, intuit, know, the moment that awe conspired with grace and suddenly we would be reminded together within that resonant stillness…Suddenly we recall and embody this: The soul felt its worth.

What if? And what then? And what might be?

Merry Christmas