When Our Pastor Stays Up Late – Poetry Happens

By on December 18, 2015 in News & Musings
Join us Christmas Eve at 4pm when we sing carols
and stay for our lovely candlelit service at 4:30pm.
And below – a timely musing by our pastor.
this is the time 
this is the time
when things get loud,
when hope gets muffled and fears abound.
this is the time
when we gather together
heaping expectation and judgment and laughter,
hiding the longing, the ache and disaster.
this is the time
when we’re fiercely surrounded
but feel lonesome
and foolish
or haunted, confounded.
this is the time
when we fill up our days
and our stockings with kitsch
and kitchens with glaze.
this is is the time 
when we trick ourselves 
since everyone else is filled up with cheer
while muted shame lingers right here.
but that is not Truth you precious, beloved:
we are all hiding, all longing, all living with judgment.
we are all breaking | wondering where we belong
and if there is room for us inside the song.
so listen well, Child: lean into the grief
and trust that you are not songless belief
you are messy and worthy –
made perfectly whole
by the One who rubs balm on the cracks of your soul
by the One who saves nations with love crescendos.
this is the time
the whole world is blue!
and Jesus is coming to make the pain new
to strip it of power
to banish all fear
so that life – life abundant – can boldly appear.
this is the time
for your blue to be known
and lived by a God who has hay on the throne
and sung by a scrappy church choir your own
and loved by the babe who makes blue his home.this is the time.
                                                                Pastor Meta Carlson


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