One morning, a couple of days ago, I spotted a deer in the woods, its breath smoking in the cold air, just like mine. It passed on and I followed, through the snow and across the stream until I found myself away from the rushing city, in a world tucked away. Blowing grass, calling birds, the crack of crumbling bark.
In that quiet place I thought about Jesus, about the way his humble birth speaks to us in that still, small voice. In the midst of all the glitzy Christmas glamour, it makes a person wonder… what if Jesus himself were to plan our Christmas celebration? What would it look like?
I can’t help but think it would look something like what we’re looking forward to this weekend: baptism and communion. Two traditions passed on straight from the Son of God. The first is a one-time event, an “I do” to life with Jesus. The second happens over and over, part of the rhythm of Christian life. But both of them remind us that the reason this baby, this little Jewish boy came in the first place, was not so that we glimpse his shadow in yearly nativities, but that we might know him as an intimate presence in our everyday lives.
This Sunday, if you want to be a part of something pure and unsullied, something good and right and born in the heart of God, then come out and watch our friends get baptized. Come and join in our first communion. Come and be a part of our still, small Christmas, 4pm @ awaken.