The 2nd Sunday of Advent is upon us. Blessings to you all as we continue in our resolute endeavors of preparation.
Love Does Such Things by Rev. Fr. Raymond, O.C.S.O.
If you would hear God just listen quietly to the silences that surround that cave in Bethlehem’s chalk hills where a Virgin brings forth a Child in an atmosphere surcharged with the silence of God telling you a long, long story. It is a true story, and one in which you play no minor role. It is a love story, for God knows no other. But like all stories that tell of true love, this is filled with mystery. In it, as in many a good mystery story, there is a murder! But since God deals in romance and not in tragedy, He solves the mystery of this murder by a miracle which scatters all earth’s sad clouds, lights up the world’s darkness, dries all human tears, as it conquers man’s only enemy, the universe’s one real evil, and even death itself. “Love leaps the grave” and goes on to prepare for you and me an eternally long and eternally loving Christmas.
Of course this greeting of God, which brings us face to face with a feast and a fact, brings us also face to face with what baffles our understanding. Why should God ever speak to you or to me? Why should He beggar Himself, as it were, in order to give us at Christmas the gift of His only Son? Why should Bethlehem’s Child love us to death-even to the death of the cross? Why?
There is only one answer. …. Love does such things! And when that Love is Infinite, what can we not expect?
… An infinite God of infinite mystery; carrying out His perfect, mysterious design of love and mercy. Not to be scoffed at, doubted or rejected. But for our trustful wonderment, joyful bewilderment and endless food for thoughtful growth and intimate union with Him. And speaking of food … a 22lb Thanksgiving turkey naturally becomes the gift that keeps on giving. Our menu has been plum full of cold turkey sandwiches, turkey pot pie, creamy turkey wild rice soup and … you guessed rightly, more turkey. There has also been some lingering ‘crud’, quiet recuperation, gleeful romping in the snow and a birthday for a certain now-7-yr-old we love dearly. And of course, our wall saw a line of filled boots yesterday!



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