Saturday, December 1, 2007

My dearest God,

We picked out our Christmas tree today. In the past we have bundled up and walked a tree farm trying to select the most beautiful tree, then cut it down and brought it home. Today I decided to trust Lowe's to have the best tree. We looked at one, thought it was very nice, then selected the second one. Took all of sixty seconds.

I always look forward to picking the Christmas tree because on Christmas Eve after the worship service, I will sit before the lighted tree, gaze into its branches, and listen for the baby's cry. I will allow that cry to fill my soul with gladness and thanksgiving. I will celebrate the most wondrous event of history. And my soul will unite with every soul on the planet and in heaven. Together for a brief split second I will imagine us all together at the first manger. Lead by the star that shines so bright, peace will take place.

While I know a Christmas tree comes from a pagan tradition, I believe that you make all things mystical when it brings good into the world, that which makes saints and angels sing. A few times I have set with the tree and watched Pope John Paul commune families at the Vatican. Christmas becomes so real for me in the candlelight and communion. I want to sit with the Holy Family, with the animals and shepherds, the wise men, the innkeeper and his family, with strangers like me who are drawn in. I know Jesus is present.

Loving God,
my life on earth
is destined
to be a light
for you.
A light that shines
in any darkness.
A light that always
points to you.
My light means nothing
if it is not the light
of the Divine.
Shine, O my Lord,
shine through me
to the world.
Privileged,
I am privileged
to bear your light.
Most Holy God,
may the brillance
of my light
be a reflection
of the Light
come into the world.

Love, Andrea