Last Wednesday was a hard day.
Both boys decided to skip their naps, Travis was working to get his last paper of the semester done, and I was in my own world, trying to hold everything together.
You could say we’d lost a little of our Christmas spirit that day.
You could say we were tired.
But then, community came ’round.
In the early afternoon, Debra delivered snacks and presents for the boys.
In the evening, Cecil and Keith– one with tickets to an event, another with a bluegrass CD.
Community is the very essence of the Miracle-Savior when it rescues you from yourselves like this.
Community came to our door and the Spirit seemed to lasso the cosmos right into our space,
seemed to make the world tiny and good again, seemed to remind us
that what happened in a stable-cave all those years ago
still brings every bit of relevance
to us today.
At Christmas, community
is the hands and feet of the
stretched across generation
right into our tiny
two-bedroom apartments and our
four person families.
Christmas is only a few days away,
and as our anticipation grows,
so does our thanksgiving.
Today, we are thankful for community,
for the life it breathes into our most
tired of days.
Hallelujah and amen.