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All this took place to fulfill what had been
spoken by the Lord through the prophet: ‘Look, the virgin shall conceive
and bear a son, and they shall name him Emmanuel.’ (Matthew 1:22-23)
These are days of waiting, working, preparing … and hoping.
Christmas is near, stirring hope that the holy season will fulfill its promise.
Moments come when our hearts stand in the open field
of their emptiness longing for a moment of visitation, for a surge of inimitable
Love to wash over and transport us into the joy and peace that fills the void
within.
This season like the year that precedes is replete
with noise and the restless rushing about with which we would fill that void. But in this season we are reminded
that Love is the only rightful resident of that holy space.
Just so, we want … and need … to be carried away by the
lights, by a song, by a poignant memory … by
something … to that space deep within
where communion with Love happens ... that for at least one precious moment … we
might know Love … and nothing but.
It is then that we know Emmanuel. We may not be able
to describe it or say much about it. The Love Who Is has a way of lifting us into
the sweet silence of knowing—knowing, too, that there is nothing better or more
complete than this knowledge that can never be reduced to mere words.
So the days grow near for us to gaze again at the
child who bears Love’s face, to see him in the manger and watch the shepherds
in their bewildered stupor, transfixed, as are we, by Mary, his mother, whose “let it be” are the greatest words a
human soul can ever say, an abandonment to Love’s holy will.
And we ask, hope and wait for him to fill every void,
every dusty corner of our being that we, as she, might abandon ourselves to Love
and nothing but.
Pr.
David L. Miller
