The words are a jumble in my head, piling on top of each other, stringing themselves into phrases, sentences. Struck by the sight and sound of them, I sit with keyboard or pen and bid them to come forward and shine.
But like an exuberant child becomes shy when set before a crowd and told to sing “Away in a Manger,” so the words hide themselves behind lifted skirts, or sit down and simply refuse to move. Sentences a moment ago so perfectly formed disappear back into the jumble.
So much to say. So much to write.
But the words will not come.
And I wonder, why the lessons, why the gifts, if not to be written down, passed on, shared? Each day of Advent opening a new gift– sometimes in the ugliest wrapping– but always discovered in the end to be what is for my good– shouldn’t these be shouted from the mountain top?
But the words are gone. Nothing can express. The pen poised above the paper remains still, the screen above the keyboard remains empty. All that is full is my heart.
Maybe, just maybe– the sharing is in the silence. Maybe the words I am meant to share are not mine. Maybe I must be still and know.
Maybe what is important now is not my word, but His Word.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by Him, and without Him was not anything made that was made. In Him was light, and the light was the life of men.
So it was, that while they were there, the days were accomplished for her to be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling clothes, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. And there were in the same country, shepherds abiding in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. And lo! the angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone all around them, and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, “Fear not! For behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which shall be to all people! For unto you is born this day in the city of David, a Savior which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you– you shall find the babe, wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger.” And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth, peace, good will to men!”
And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory– the glory as of the everlasting of the Father, full of grace and truth.