An Advent Reflection
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And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. (Luke 2:7)
My life has become crowded with to-do lists — things that need to be done, things that I must accomplish. It seems that my reason for being alive revolves around completion of these tasks. My mind is consumed by perpetual thoughts of these labors. My heart lies neglected. The time between one doing and the next doing is filled with a sense of hurried rest. My universe has become small and self-centered. There is no room for the larger world and all that I hold dear in this whirlwind of self-absorption. If an alien were visiting this planet and observing me, he might wonder at my isolation and what meaning I derive from this life.
Recognizing this state of affairs, I feel the call to make room
so that the Sacred may be born in me afresh and not relegated to the periphery of my home.
And so, I am . . .
making room to see the stunning beauty in simplicity;
making room to listen for the truth spoken to me and within me;
making room to be affected by the ever-present pain of human suffering;
making room to give of myself generously in response to the needs of others;
making room for stillness
that I may experience the inherent peacefulness of my own presence; and
making room for this moment, now,
and my very breath.
May your mind be peaceful and calm,
may your body be relaxed and comfortable,
and may your heart be filled with love.
Thank you for reading.
Blessings and gratitude,