We are considering the Invitations of Advent…In Advent we are :
Invited to Wait and slow down rather than rush ahead to Christmas.
Invited to Believe rather than Be Afraid
Invited into Community rather than being Alone. ( thank you to my friend and thinplace member Anya Almgren for this invitation idea!)
Who do you call when you need some advice, some wise counsel?
When life isn’t working out the way you’d planned, what do you do? Who do you run to when life gets hard, when stuff hits the fan or you get in to trouble?
When you know BIG changes are getting ready to happen, what do you do?
Mary was minding her own business. She was planning a wedding. She wasn’t expecting an angel to change EVERYTHING!
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NOW READ THE SCRIPTURE:
In the sixth month of Elizabeth’s pregnancy, God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, 27 to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. 28 The angel went to her and said, “Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you.”
29 Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be. 30 But the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; you have found favor with God. 31 You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus. 32 He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, 33 and he will reign over Jacob’s descendants forever; his kingdom will never end.”
34 “How will this be,” Mary asked the angel, “since I am a virgin?”
35 The angel answered, “The Holy Spirit will come on you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called[a] the Son of God. 36 Even Elizabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age, and she who was said to be unable to conceive is in her sixth month. 37 For no word from God will ever fail.”
38 “I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary answered. “May your word to me be fulfilled.” Then the angel left her.
LUKE 1: 26-38 NIV
LUKE 1: 26-38 FIRST NATIONS TRANSLATION
When six moons had passed, the Great Spirit sent the same spirit-messenger, Creator’s Mighty One (Gabriel), to another small, out-of-the-way place in the hill country called Seed Planter Village (Nazareth). 27There he appeared to a young virgin woman named Bitter Tears (Mary), who was promised in marriage to a man named He Gives Sons (Joseph), a descendant of the great chief Much Loved One (David).
Creator’s Mighty One (Gabriel) said to her, “Greetings, highly favored one! You are close to the Great Spirit and greatly honored among women.”
Bitter Tears (Mary) was deeply troubled by this greeting and wondered what the spirit-messenger would say. “Do not fear,” he comforted her, “for you have found goodwill in the eyes of the Great Mystery. 31You will be with child and give birth to a son. You will name him Creator Sets Free (Jesus).”It seemed like time stood still, and all creation stopped to listen as the messenger continued to speak.
“He will be greatly honored, the Son of the One Above Us All. He will be a great chief like his ancestor Much Loved One (David) and will sit in his seat of honor. 33He will always be chief over the tribes of Wrestles with Creator (Israel). His chiefly guidance will never end.”
Bitter Tears’s (Mary’s) voice trembled with emotion, and her eyes grew wide as she looked into the face of the spirit-messenger.
She asked, “How will this be, since I have never been with a man?”
Creator’s Mighty One (Gabriel) answered, “The Holy Spirit will spread his wings over you, and his great power from above will overshadow you. This holy child born to you will be the Son of the One Above Us All.”
Then, to encourage her, he said, “Your cousin Creator Is My Promise (Elizabeth), who was called barren one, is six moons with child. See! There is nothing too hard for the Great Spirit.”
She looked bravely into the face of the messenger.
“I am Creator’s servant,” she said with boldness. “Let it be for me just as you have said.”
Then Creator’s chief spirit-messenger left her. LUKE 1: 26-38 FIRST NATIONS TRANSLATION
What things have changed or are changing in your life right now ? What things are you expecting to change next year? Talk to God about where you are.
Then the angel left her.
39-45 Mary didn’t waste a minute. She got up and traveled to a town in Judah in the hill country, straight to Zachariah’s house, and greeted Elizabeth. When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the baby in her womb leaped. She was filled with the Holy Spirit, and sang out exuberantly,
You’re so blessed among women,
and the babe in your womb, also blessed!
And why am I so blessed that
the mother of my Lord visits me?
The moment the sound of your
greeting entered my ears,
The babe in my womb
skipped like a lamb for sheer joy.
Blessed woman, who believed what God said,
believed every word would come true! LUKE 1:39-45 THE MESSAGEMary and Elizabeth
Who is your Elizabeth?
Who can you run to who understands who you are and where you are? Who is the person or people you don’t have to explain things to, they just know and understand you?
Someone who brings you closer to Jesus?
Spend some time thanking God for these people.
This week, Send them a card, shoot them a text , take them out for coffee if they live near by. Make an old fashioned phone call and connect with them. Share how they have impacted your life.
When big changes come in our lives we need a friend, we need a community to help us make it through. We were not created to do things alone. God knew that Mary would need a trusted friend to help her through this BIG CHANGE. This amazing thing of bringing Jesus into the world.
We too need Friends. We need each other. But sadly we are all out of practice. Thanks to the covid years, we have forgotten how to be together and how much we need each other.
We’ve spent a lot if time alone. In isolation these past few years. We are all out of practice when it comes to community.
What does community look like for you right now?
What would you like it to look like in the new year ( the year ahead) ?
Have you forgotten?
The holidays are a great opportunity to take the time to remember the Invitation to friendship and community. Advent is a time to remember and be grateful for those who are important in our lives, our Elizabeth friends!
Advent is also a time to remember to that we are allowed to ask for help.
What is your invitation to community this Advent?
How are you being invited to love your neighbors? Who do you know who might be feeling lonely or left out this holiday season? Who might need you to be Elizabeth for them?
ASK JESUS TO SHOW YOU!
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Artist Henry Ossawa Tanner The Annunciation
Jesus in this Advent season, remind us that we are not alone. Help us to know and experience you as GOD WITH US, Immanuel! Lord Jesus, We admit that we need community. We need Elizabeths in our lives who have gone through pain and adversity and who can help us through our own pain and the changes that happen in our lives. Help us to find them. Remind us of those people who love us just as we are. Help us to ask for help and not be afraid to reach out to others. And Jesus help us to be Elizabeths this Advent to those who are feeling alone and afraid and those who need a friend. In your Name that is above all Names, AMEN
ADVENT Peace Candle
by June Friesen
Why you may ask is there an empty stocking or two here in this photo? As I consider this time of the year and the many great family celebrations in some homes there are empty stockings. Maybe some choose not to display the empty stocking(s) while others do. Years ago as the Christmas season approached one of my friends was in grief over a family member lost. As we talked I suggested that they put up an empty stocking with the others with the name on it. Then each day during the advent season put a note or slip of paper in it of a special memory or short prayer. On Christmas day when other stockings are being emptied and enjoyed empty the notes and if you choose read them together as a family or read them silently.
As I searched for a scripture to share as a comfort I found myself in the book of Philippians.
Philippians 4:10-14
I’m glad in God, far happier than you would ever guess—happy that you’re again showing such strong concern for me. Not that you ever quit praying and thinking about me. You just had no chance to show it. Actually, I don’t have a sense of needing anything personally. I’ve learned by now to be quite content whatever my circumstances. I’m just as happy with little as with much, with much as with little. I’ve found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am. I don’t mean that your help didn’t mean a lot to me—it did. It was a beautiful thing that you came alongside me in my troubles.
As I looked for a passage that spoke about joy or peace or hope in the midst of sadness and grief I first started with the resurrection of Christ yet somehow that just left me looking for something more. Paul first verbalizes here about having what he needs but if you notice he also recognized and appreciated the support the Christians were giving him.
Paul embraced a certain contentment in his situation. His contentment was in knowing that His Creator was the Almighty One who had his life in His Hands was always in charge. For you and I here today in this world this is a good reminder for us as well. However, for those who have empty stockings in their homes this year it is more difficult to embrace that contentment. Well, maybe they can embrace a contentment but it is different from others. Sometimes in our lives contentment is understood, expressed and/or defined differently than from another. Each one of us embraces a different set of emotions and different ways of expressing those emotions. It is important for each of us to find that space to express ourselves in a safe place/community. While I wrote a writing years ago, I am choosing to share another fresh from my heart today.
AN EMPTY STOCKING
All around me there are so many memories –
I see your presence as I walk through the house –
I miss your presence when sitting down to dinner –
I long to hear your voice one more time –
I long to hear your footsteps in the hallway –
Sometimes I wait for you to once again join me/us for dinner –
Sometimes I wait for you to change the channel to your favorite TV show –
Sometimes I wonder –
Will I ever not miss you?
Today as I decorated for Christmas there were memories so many –
I remember how you loved the bubble lights when we were first married –
I remember those Christmas parades we saw a few times –
And oh yes the Christmas browsing in the parks
Where there was live Christmas music, beautiful lights
And lots of sweet treats and hand crafted gifts as well.
And then those dinners with all of the related family
As well as often those who no longer had family –
Occasionally we welcomed someone who was going to be alone –
And other times we were the ones entertained by family and/or friends.
But this year it will be different –
Your chuckle, your kiss, your squeeze is absent –
And as I see the stockings hung once again –
Your stocking is also hung –
But as others are collecting special little things –
Your stocking remains empty –
Today I chose to add a few things to the stockings –
And as I stopped in front of yours
A tear – well a few tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes –
I remember the joy of little things I knew you would love
That I tried to sneak into your stocking –
But this year – this year – what can I put in your stocking?
Oh, I just thought of something –
The other day I saw this little note pad with beautiful flowers on it –
I bought it not having a plan for it –
But now I see it – oh yes, I see it –
I will write out my special memories of our lives together –
And I will add them one by one to ‘your stocking’ –
And I am thinking on Christmas when the family is gathered –
We will empty your stocking first and remember –
Yes, some of us might cry a tear or two –
But I am sure that Jesus will let you know
That you are still very much a part of our hearts this Christmas
While you spend your first Christmas in heaven with Jesus!
I love you – we love you –
Thank you for being a part of our lives.
Even as I wrote this fresh and new this year I am reminded of some who are no longer with my family. I am also reminded of some friends who are no longer here – some left this world far too young it seems. May your faith in God, in the Jesus whose birthday we celebrate this season be born in your spirit and may His gift to you be the gift of hope of one day being with your loved one(s) in heaven again.
Writing and photos by June Friesen. Scripture from The Message translation. Please feel free to copy the writing in whole or in part and share with those who need a touch of hope this Christmas. I would appreciate if you credit it with my name.
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There are many stories, indeed legends about the beloved and popular St. Nicholas. Most of these stories cannot be verified as very little is known about his life. What we do know is that Nicholas was born sometime in the third century near Myra in modern day Turkey. He became a Bishop of the church and may have been present at the Council of Nicaea in 325. He suffered torture and imprisonment during the persecution of Christians under the Emperor Diocletian and died around 342. Bishop Nicolas gave away much of his inherited wealth and became known for helping people in secret. Subsequently, he was honored as a saint in Constantinople in the sixth century. His feast day is December 6th. He is still celebrated as the patron of children and also seafarers and sailors. St. Nicolas, as a bearer of Christmas gifts to children, was brought to America by Dutch colonists in New York. In The Netherlands his name was Sinter Claus. Sinter Claus soon evolved into the popular name, Santa Claus. (Source: Lesser Feasts and Fasts, Episcopal Church Publishing, 1997) The cover photo is a figurine of The Netherlands’, Sinter Claus from The International Santa Claus Collection.
I was introduced to St. Nicholas by my parents at the age of five. Having learned about Santa Claus in kindergarten, I asked my parents about him. I was told that Santa was a lovely story but that he did not exist. I remember being very disappointed! However, my parents were quick to tell me about St. Nicholas.
On the night of December 5th, my parents began the Dutch tradition of having my brothers and me place a pair of empty shoes in front of our bedroom doors. We were told that St. Nicholas was coming. And, it came to pass! In the morning, on December 6, we found that our empty shoes were filled with gifts. Additionally, we also received a teaching from my father which I have never forgotten. He said, “On St. Nicholas Day we receive secret gifts but on Christmas Day we exchange gifts to celebrate the birth of Christ by loving and sharing with one another.”
No doubt this teaching stemmed from the fact that Bishop Nicholas traveled the countryside helping the poor and sick. One of the best-known stories about St. Nicholas is that he provided money for dowries for three poor sisters so that they could be married. Without the dowries, their father might have been forced to sell them into slavery or prostitution. For three nights, Bishop Nicholas left three bags of gold for each of the girls in front of their home. During the winter holidays, you might see little net bags of gold coins which are chocolates, being sold. St. Nicholas inspired this tradition.
From my perspective, delighting in receiving secret gifts on St. Nicholas Day and saving Christmas for Christ, is a good practice. I have handed down the tradition to my children and grandchildren. I enjoyed sharing the tradition of St. Nicholas in the congregations where I served as a priest and pastor before I retired. One year I was gifted with a hand-made St. Nicholas tree-top ornament. Bishop Nicholas in this image appears in the traditional church vestments and Advent colors. He has been placed at the top of my Advent Tree every year since 1988. It gives me great joy!
Perhaps because I did not grow up writing letters to Santa Claus or having my picture taken on his lap in stores, I confess that I was a bit smug about Santa Claus and the cultural hype around his celebration. Most ornaments on my tree are of a religious nature. I have a gift bag that reads, “Jesus is the Reason for the Season.” There are angels, images of Mary and Joseph, Jesus in the manger, even an ornament of St. John the Baptist. I was proud of my allegiance to Christ and the church during the season of Christmas.
However, a few years ago, I was gifted with many figurines from “The International Santa Claus Collection.” I learned that the tradition and celebration of St. Nicholas or Santa Claus at the time of Christmas exists in one form or another throughout the world. All of these cultural figures are devoted to the idea of gift giving, particularly to children. The figurines I own also include those who carry the message of love embodied by both older women and young girls as well as angels. I appreciate the fact that in some cultures, women bring the Spirit of Christmas love into people’s lives!
Perhaps the Spirit of God is more inclusive than we might imagine. Perhaps this same Spirit operates through the signs and symbols of many religious faiths and secular traditions. This is surely something to celebrate and give thanks for. In a world where it is often difficult to see love in action, I pause and pray with my International Santa Claus Collection. I give thanks that people across the globe in different cultures and circumstances might know and experience the transformative power of love through their many symbols of Christmas.
Ironically, the International Santa Claus Collection which I inherited does not include a representation of the traditional Santa Claus of the United States. However, having repented of my bias toward the American Santa Claus, I have purchased one and eagerly await his arrival so that I can add him to the collection.
In the Episcopal Church, a portion of the prayer that is offered for St. Nicolas on his feast day of December 6th, is a call for others to follow his example:
“May we be so inspired by the example of your servant Nicholas of Myra, that we never cease to work for the welfare of children, the safety of sailors, the relief of the poor, and the help of those tossed by tempests of doubt or grief.”
In honor of St. Nicholas this year, may we accept the invitation of Christ to perform some act of loving kindness for another in need, be it a financial gift or some other act of charity. An act of loving kindness can be as simple as greeting a stranger in a store or in the street with a kind word and a gracious smile. Jesus is indeed the reason for the season. Like St. Nicholas may we embody those words with concrete actions of love.
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We are now into traditional Advent, and as I look at the remaining time until Christmas I am very grateful that I started November 15th for my Advent celebrations. This year traditional Advent is only 3 weeks long!!!
In some ways it seems very fitting. Many of us are very aware this year that there are many places in our world in which the light of God’s redeeming child still needs to be seen. So many places of darkness and chaos. The celebrations in Jerusalem and Bethlehem have been cancelled in solidarity with the people of Gaza. Many of the Christians of this area can trace their Christian heritage back to the days of Christ and their hearts ache, as do ours, for what is happening around the birthplace of Christ. As our pastor Megan Ramer commented on Sunday “This year there is no sanitized Bethlehem. The streets are ravaged and silent. How long must we wait for the liberating love of God to be fully expressed?” As we light our candles and meditate this Advent let us do so mindful of those for whom there seems to be little light during this Advent season.
In my Meditation Monday – Stretched I comment: “Life stretches us every step of the way if we will open ourselves to the pain and the grief of it, as well as to the joy and the wonder of it. To be stretched is to enlarge the capacity of our hearts for life with all its joys and sorrows.” And this year I think all of us are being stretched by the joys and sorrows around us.
Today I posted a new litany for the second week of Advent. It is adapted from one I wrote many years ago but I continue to refine and update in light of what is happening in the world around us. I hope you find it helpful. On Tuesday last week, I posted a new Advent prayer – Waiting in which I express more of my own longings and heartache during this year’s Advent.
In her Freerange Friday – Advent is the Invitation to Believe Lilly Lewin invited us to move slowly through the season of Advent and to enjoy the season of Christmas for a full twelve days, an important reminder as we rush towards Christmas. In his post Being a Host/Hostess, Ron Friesen shared his thoughts on hosting and being hosted during this season. As he said: “I pray that there will be warmth and healing found in all our occasions of celebration.” On Saturday Sheila Hamil gave us a break from Advent with her post Why Not Write a Memoir sharing about the memoir she has recently written which is available for free for all of us. What a wonderful gift for us this Advent season.
Godspacelight has many wonderful posts that you might like to check out during this Advent season. This week I wanted to highlight our Blue Christmas/Longest Day resources, already very popular this year. As well as that I suggest you check out some of the beautiful Advent prayers we have posted in the past – The Grace And Impatience to Wait by Walter Brueggemann and Gabriel’s Annunciation by Jan Richardson.
Our Advent Quiet Day Retreat is less than a week away. This is your chance to sign up and let go the rush and noise of the season, pause, refresh and renew yourself. It is an opportunity to sit in the stillness, breathe deeply and enter into an oasis of calm contemplation. Prepare for the real meaning of Christmas. December 9th will be a great time to pause, rest and refresh yourself as we move towards Christmas Day.
Today’s prayer is adapted from Sunday’s Advent message as well as an Advent meditation given by Cole Arthur Riley on Sunday evening.
This year our eyes are open,
No beautiful Christmas cards can dispel the truth.
There is no sanitized Bethlehem,
Only ravaged buildings and unlit streets.
How long must we wait
For the liberating and freeing love of God,
To be fully expressed?
How do we hold
The sorrows of longing,
With the joyful proclamation of Christ’s birth?
In the messiness of Christmas
Cultural festival compete with fervent faith.
What do we hold on to?
What do we embrace?
What do we reject?
What do we discard?
The world feels dim,
But we dream in the dark.
We claim the wild mystery of believing.
Hope unleashed amidst the heartrending brokenness.
Astounding beauty amidst the pain and suffering.
Christ will come.
His light will shine once more in Bethlehem.
God be with you this week as you await the coming of Christ.
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I wrote this litany several years ago for the Advent devotional Waiting for the Light but decided this year that it needed some revision and updating. I am very conscious this year that in Bethlehem and Jerusalem the Christmas festivities have been cancelled and some of my friends have decided not to have Christmas light displays this year. Should we light Christmas lights? Should we celebrate? I feel that we should, affirming that God’s light does shine in the darkness, but also with the remembrance of those for whom the light of Advent is still very dim and hidden.
The waiting is long and it isn’t easy, but a premature birth is harder still.
Please feel free to use part or all of it. Just acknowledge where you found it. Thanks.
Litany for Second Sunday of Advent
In this Advent season we await the coming of Christ
Come, Christ of love, come, We await your coming.
We await the coming of God’s revealing light,
Come, Christ of love, come, We await your coming.
We await the coming of God’s saving hope,
Come, Christ of love, come, We await your coming.
We await the coming of God’s redeeming child,
Come, Christ of love, come, We await your coming.
(Pause for lighting of the Advent candles)
We wait for the God of life,
We wait for the Christ of love,
We wait for the Spirit of truth.
Come down, come in and dwell among us.
We wait in patient expectation for Christ’s coming,
We wait in hope for your promises to be fulfilled,
We wait in joy for your salvation to be fully revealed.
Come down, come in and dwell among us.
Come into the broken places of our world,
Come into Ukraine, Gaza, Sudan, and all other places of violence,
Come into your broken and devastated creation.
Come down, come in and dwell among us.
Come into our hearts that we may love you,
Come into our minds that we may know you,
Come into our lives that we may serve you.
Come down, come in and dwell among us.
John 1: 1-18 (The Voice)
Before time itself was measured, the Voice was speaking.
The Voice was and is God. This celestial Word remained ever present with the Creator;
His speech shaped the entire cosmos.
Immersed in the practice of creating,
all things that exist were birthed in Him.
His breath filled all things
with a living, breathing light—
A light that thrives in the depths of darkness,
blazes through murky bottoms.
It cannot and will not be quenched.
A man named John, who was sent by God, was the first to clearly articulate the source of this Light. This baptizer put in plain words the elusive mystery of the Divine Light so all might believe through him. Some wondered whether he might be the Light, but John was not the Light. He merely pointed to the Light. The true Light, who shines upon the heart of everyone, was coming into the cosmos.
He entered our world, a world He made; yet the world did not recognize Him. Even though He came to His own people, they refused to listen and receive Him. But for all who did receive and trust in Him, He gave them the right to be reborn as children of God; He bestowed this birthright not by human power or initiative but by God’s will.
The Voice took on flesh and became human and chose to live alongside us. We have seen Him, enveloped in undeniable splendor—the one true Son of the Father—evidenced in the perfect balance of grace and truth. John the Baptist testified about Him and shouted, “This is the one I’ve been telling you is coming. He is much greater than I am because He existed long before me.” Through this man we all receive gifts of grace beyond our imagination. You see, Moses gave us rules to live by, but Jesus the Anointed offered us gifts of grace and truth. God, unseen until now, is revealed in the Voice, God’s only Son, straight from the Father’s heart.
Child of promise come,
Revealer of God come,
Bringer of life come,
Come to the beaten and the battered,
To the despised and rejected,
To all in whom the divine image is still distorted.
We wait in joyful expectation.
Not for a distant emperor but for a helpless babe.
Not for a prince in a gold palace, but for a displaced and frightened refugee.
Not for a man of power, but for a vulnerable infant.
Come to those outcast like shepherds in the field.
Come to foreigners like Magi watching from afar.
Come to rich and poor, young and old, male and female.
We wait in hopeful anticipation.
Come and bless all creation with your love,
Bring salvation on the earth,
Rule with justice and in peace.
Come Child of promise, open the windows of our hearts.
Come Christ of compassion, open the doors of our homes.
Come Prince of Peace, open the pathways of our lives.
We wait with all the peoples of the earth,
Child of hope we will welcome your coming,
Christ of life we will welcome your coming,
King of glory we will welcome your coming.
Our Father who art in heaven hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom the power and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen.
Come Jesus Christ our redeemer and lead the captives from their prisons,
Come Christ our Saviour, for in you we trust O bringer of life.
Come to bring peace in the midst of war and chaos,
Come Christ Our Protector, for in you we trust O bringer of life.
Come to offer love in hearts filled with hate and anger.
Come Christ Lover of our souls, for in you we trust O bringer of life.
Come to offer comfort in the presence of mourning and death,
Come Christ Our Comforter for in you we trust O bringer of life.
Come to provide abundance in the midst of hunger and starvation,
Come Christ Our Provider for in you we trust O bringer of life.
Come to show forth justice for those who are oppressed and abused,
Come Christ our Righteous One for in you we trust O bringer of life.
Let us put on hope to guide us,
Love to surround us,
Joy to sustain us,
Peace to inspire us.
And clothe ourselves with Christ.
Amen.
by Christine Sine
This has been a stretching year. Can one grow in old age as much as when young I wonder? Can I continue to learn and expose myself to new and stretching ideas and thoughts? This year certainly suggests that I can.
I have been stretched by our attendance at the local Mennonite Church, by seeing Anabaptist theology lived out in a challenging and convicting way. The call for a just peace in our lives and in our world for all people and for all creation really resonates with me. I have been stretched by Drew Jackson’s poetry penetrating my heart, especially as I move slowly through Advent and towards the birth of Christ:
But God speaks through wombs,
Birthing prophetic utterances….
Enough
of this unbelieving religion
that masquerades as faith.
Divine favour is placed
on what we have disgraced.
Such profound and stretching word that keep resonating in my heart.
I am being stretched too by my own aging and the aging of those around me. Last week I lost a very dear friend – the first burn specialist to come to the mercy ship Anastasis, not just to do burn surgery but to bless us with gifts of computers, medical equipment, even generators. He and his wife embraced me as a “fifth daughter’ welcoming me into their family in a very special way.
I am being stretched too by adventures into new projects – a new podcast “The Liturgical Rebels” coming at the beginning of 2024.
Life stretches us every step of the way if we will open ourselves to the pain and the grief of it, as well as to the joy and the wonder of it. To be stretched is to enlarge the capacity of our hearts for life with all its joys and sorrows.
Mary and Elizabeth were both stretched during the events we remember at Advent. Their bodies were stretched as the babies grew within them and needed more space. Their faith in a just and righteous God must also have been stretched as they faced unexpected and challenging pregnancies.
Eve too must have felt very stretched during her first pregnancy too and she had no mother, no midwife, no one who had gone before to tell her what would happen. I love this picture by Sister Grace Remington which captures both the vulnerability and the hope of that stretching.
And the marks of that stretching would have remained on their bodies and in their hearts for the rest of their lives. And the hopes they cherished for their offspring would have lived with them too. Yet all of them saw at least one of their offspring die prematurely. Hope, vulnerability, stretching all embraced in their stories.
Pregnancy doesn’t only stretch a woman’s body. It does actually also stretches her heart to accommodate the needed increase in blood flow to nurture the baby.
Is my heart also being stretched by this Advent I wonder? Evidently just a few hours exercise a week makes all our hearts grow, so as I take more steps on the journey God sets before me, and keep up regular disciplines that exercise both my body, my mind and my soul, my heart grows too. A larger heart means more of the love of God to fill it. A larger heart means a greater ability to walk closer to the God of all creation, the Eternal One, the ever-present and caring One, the One who is revealed in the birth, life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.
Will you allow yourself to be stretched to hold more of God this Advent season?
Stretch me, God Almighty,
Enlarge my heart,
With the presence of your Son,
Jesus Christ our redeemer, our liberator,
The One who sets us free.
Stretch me with your presence within,
Enlarge my heart, my spirit,
My capacity to hold,
What you are growing within me.
Stretch me, God Almighty,
With a love for peace and justice and righteousness.
Stretch me with compassion and generosity and love.
Stretch me with a desire for more of you.
(c) Christine Sine
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by Sheila Hamil
If you’re ever at a loose end, or feel directionless in today’s world, you could always try writing your life and faith story, if you’ve a tale to tell. Who else will tell it if you don’t, and it just might inspire someone in need of encouragement today?
I found myself in such a situation the Lockdown 2020. My husband and I would go out for the allotted daily exercise of one hour each morning; it was good to get some fresh air. I baked a lot, unfortunately we steadily gained weight, I looked for jobs to occupy me, but soon our home was spick and span, with every nook and cranny sorted! What else was there for me to do? My husband had many sporting programmes to keep him occupied, but nothing on television really excited me. I decided to pray about what else I could do to fill my time.
Two projects came to mind the next morning, which really took off, and I felt a new sense of purpose in my life! They were both an exhilarating ride, and hard work too, but so worth the effort.
My first project was to produce one video per day of all the music I’d previously written, along with some friend’s music too. I’ve already shared this project with you on Godspacelight. (see LOCKDOWN LEGACY)
The second project was to write a book of how I came to faith.
Had it not been for that period of enforced isolation, these two projects would not have seen the light of day.
My book began by way of my suggestion to our vicar, that it would be good to invite certain members of our church to produce a short video that could be shown on ‘Zoom’, (i.e. a video link), as to how they came to faith. I reasoned that this might encourage those who felt lonely, and isolated from church fellowship, during Lockdown. It would also bring them into the presence of God as lived out through the lives of fellow members of the congregation.
So, I started to write my faith story out, just in case I was invited to be one of the contributors. As it happened I wasn’t invited to do so, but once I had taken those first few steps of returning to my Sunday School days, as a young child in Howdon, Willington Quay in the early fifties, I became a ‘Forrest Gump’ who couldn’t stop running, (in my case writing!)
I found it so therapeutic, each day, to reflect on my entire life, and how faith in God had impacted it.
In time these memoirs grew into a huge 170,000+ word document, far too large to be a published book, but I thought it would be a super document to hand on to my family one day, because they would be able to see just how important my faith is to me, and why I believe so fervently, in God. It was also a way of showing how each song came to be written.
It was then, that someone suggested, ‘Why not condense your story, concentrate just on the faith part, and make it more accessible, because people don’t read books as huge as this?”
Taking their advice, I began the enormous task of chipping away at my recollections, trying to draw out the ‘faith parts’ within it, but I kept failing time and again. It became a burden, a dark cloud hanging over me, ever present, and never coming to completion.
It was when I sat listening to a sermon in church by Bishop John Pritchard, on Romans 8.31-39, that I suddenly realised I had set myself an impossible task with my book.
“Nothing can separate us . . !” he seemed to keep repeating! And, then I knew that to separate my faith from my life, was akin to separating the warp from the weft of a finished piece of weaving!
For to me, God, who is Father, Son and Holy Spirit, seems to be on every single page, for He has been my constant Provider, my Comforter, my Counsellor, my Guide and my closest Friend.
I shared my weaving image with the Bishop on leaving church.
Later that very same day I experienced an amazing coincidence.
I was looking up poems by Kate Compston for a completely different project, and as I opened one website called ‘Green Christian’, the first poem I saw by Kate was entitled:- ‘Weaver God’! It began:
Weaver-God, Creator, sets life on the loom,
draws out threads of colour from primordial gloom.
Wise in designing, in the weaving deft:
love and justice joined – the fabric’s warp and weft.
Wasn’t that amazing, after my revelation that morning?
It seemed to me that God was giving my original book project the go-ahead!
And so I began to edit and channel each part of my memoirs into one chapter per day, publishing it on my webpage, where it is all set out in order; and also on my Facebook where it became an interactive project as others began sharing their own precious memories too, which was so exciting. Carol Dixon another contributor to Godspacelight, posted her own thoughts regularly there, and I’m so grateful to her, for writing the ‘Foreword’, which you can read below.
It took me exactly 100 consecutive days (excluding Sundays), and it became a book with 100 chapters, and they’re all here for you to dip into.
This is the reason I haven’t contributed to Godspacelight in a while, as I had my own huge mountain to climb first, and now I’ve achieved it! And it’s free for you all to read!
I hope you get something out of this book to stir up your own memories, and I would love to hear from you if you care to write to sheilahamil@goodlemail.com
My webpage is:- (all resources here are absolutely free, no permission needed to any of the material in churches or youth clubs. I only print copyright to identify as the author.)
www.sheilahamil.co.uk
My book: “Put the hoover down go into the bedroom and pray”:-
https://sites.google.com/site/sheilahamilmusic/my-life-and-faith-story
My Lockdown Legacy videos:-
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLnUh_ZGnZNfUlV8HEyppRIv8FLBtyEY65
Please help yourself, and be inspired to write your own. You’ll not regret , however short it may be.
FOREWORD
by Carol Dixon
It is a privilege to be asked to write the Foreword to Sheila Hamil’s Autobiography.
Revd. Sheila Hamil would probably describe herself as an ordinary Christian yet in her writing we meet an extraordinary person whose honesty, integrity, compassion and total dedication to her faith, entwined with her deep love for her family, shines through every page. Her strong sense of social justice and care for the community is apparent throughout.
The early chapters, set in the 1950s and 60s, resonate with many of us of a certain age, sparking memories of our own youth and early adulthood yet her experiences are still relevant to young people today going through similar moral dilemmas and searching for answers to the bigger questions in life.
Sheila ‘s writing style invites the reader to enter into the experience she is describing as we join her and her husband Bob on their travels at home and abroad. Her love for their children and grandchildren and interest in the things they get up to are amusing and moving and her sense of fun is infectious. Her passionate concern for those in need is apparent both before and after she became a Priest in the Church of England following her ministry of song with United Folk. Above all her relationship with God runs through her reminiscences like a golden thread.
Each chapter is illustrated with photos and enhanced by her wonderful songs and Sheila’s own voice comes through as though she is personally accompanying those reading it.
I can highly recommend this interesting and uplifting story of Sheila Hamil’s life with its joys and challenges. It encourages the reader to reflect on their own lives past and present and leaves them wanting to read more. I look forward to Sheila’s next venture – whatever that might be.
Carol Dixon
Lay Preacher,
United Reformed Church & Hymn writer
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