(Somewhat inspired by John 3:1-17 and...)
Dear God:
So what if this were only the beginning?
What if this day was not the sum total of the accumulation of every day before it?
This day, maybe, a birth day...
Curled up tight in that womb of God
Held and warm and nested and familiar and
cramped and
needing
to
stretch.
What if God, now, uncomfortable with our presence,
Breathing,
Aching.
Praying
We would just do that new thing
and be born already.
Maybe be born into this world that doesn’t even know it is waiting;
Be born,
loudly with an inhale (ours and God’s)
and, then...
a holler (ours and God’s).
A loud holler;
A loud earth-rattling, truth-telling, chain-breaking, fear-fighting, love-wanting holler
That startles us and startles God.
And, maybe, we are born in to a world that didn’t even know it was waiting
And we are born in to a world we didn’t even know was.
And we yell,
And stretch,
And, maybe, we see this new thing that was always there and waiting, unaware.
(God, then, holding us tight,
Swaddling us,
Feeding us,
Loving us,
And whispering promises in our ear
Speaking in a language we will try to learn our entire
lives.)
So what if this were only the beginning?
What if this day was not the sum total of the accumulation of every day before it?
This day, maybe, a birth day...
Amen.
