One of my favorite books on Celtic spirituality is Celtic Daily Prayer: Prayers and Readings from the Northumbria Community. The following, from a January reading, has hugged me close. It’s taken from The Singer by Calvin Miller.
In ‘The Singer’ Earthmaker and His Troubadour sit down on the outer rim of space and look at our planet. Earthmaker holds it to His ear. . .
‘They’re crying, Troubadour,’ He said. ‘They cry so hopelessly.’ He gave the tiny planet to His Son who also held it by His ear. ‘Year after weary year they all keep crying. They seem born to weep then die.’
Then with his nail He scraped the atmosphere and both of them beheld the planet bleed. Earthmaker set earth spinning on its way and said, ‘Give Me your vast infinity, My Son; I’ll wrap it in a bit of clay.’
And so the Son became a one-of-us.
I don’t know about you, but sometimes I find myself focusing so much on the humanity of Jesus that I soften his divinity. Other times I forget that he is human and feels all my sorrow.
Calvin Miller reminds me of how complicatedly simple it is that infinity comes to me wrapped in clay. Comfort. Peace. My weeping stops.
Now may our Lord Jesus Christ Himself and God our Father who has loved us and given us eternal comfort and hope by grace, comfort and strengthen your hearts in every good work and word (2 Thessalonians 2:16-17 NASB).
And you? How difficult is it for you to grasp “the son who became a one-of-us?” Does it even matter when you weep?
Walking with you, Susan
“Jesus likes it when we share.” -Adelaide, age 3: Pass this along to everybody and their brother. OK, maybe not everybody’s brother, but you know . . . all of your friends would be nice.
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