I am thinking about the journey of the Magi over the next few days as these blogs come to a close.
A place to be nurtured is important. This is the house I grew up in. I revisited my old room pictured here upstairs, yesterday. When life was tough, I used to stare out of the window at the world passing by. It was a safe space for me. I also went back to St Albans yesterday and walked round the lake at Verulamium, lots of times to think round it have happened over the years. I then walking through the city centre remembered school, cathedral services and being told off for letting the school down walking back disgracefully by the rather eccentric headteacher we had, Miss Legerton.
This year
not every day will great things happen for us. Most days will be ordinary,
uneventful. Our churches will function through our faithfulness. We will worship,
we will offer what we offer to the community, we will do our work with families
and children, we will look after one another. As we are confident with one
another, as we get more confident with the way of God, when God chooses to
break in, we will be ready to respond. We need the resources to journey, and the
journey can only happen through preparation, knowing God, and being faithful to
our call. Barbara Brown Taylor, who is an American priest, in a super book
called “Leaving Church” says this about the need to be nurtured in a confident
and valuing community: “Church is not a stopping place but a starting place for
discerning God's presence in this world. By offering people a place where they
may engage the steady practice of listening to divine words and celebrating
divine sacraments, church can help people gain a feel for how God shows up--not
only in Holy Bibles and Holy Communion but also in near neighbours, mysterious
strangers, sliced bread, and grocery store wine." The magi saw God in the
world, they were not sure what they would find, but they were confident that
God was active outside and they had to find what he was up to.
I found this lovely in my old room in the current URC prayer book yesterday. Mum's cousin staying with her, had it by her bed:
I wonder what sort of nurturing community the magi had. The magi
would have followed the patterns of the stars religiously. They would have also
probably been very rich and held high esteem in their own society and by people
who weren't from their country or religion. I can imagine them meeting for
years studying the stars, waiting for a sign, preparing for a special journey
one day. I can imagine them going through the motions of their star gazing for
year after year and then suddenly one day they see what they have been
preparing for and their hearts beating fast.
I found this lovely in my old room in the current URC prayer book yesterday. Mum's cousin staying with her, had it by her bed:
We have seen the star at its
rising, but have been too busy to take note. We have heard the angel’s warning,
but have been too distracted to heed it. We have tasted the bread of justice
but have preferred the wine of self-indulgence. We are Herod, alerted, alarmed
and afraid, scheming for our own advantage, keen to keep hold of all we have
accumulated, certain our security is in power, position and wealth. A star has
arisen, we fail to stand. Light has come, we shade our eyes. Mystery has been
revealed, we prefer our mirror to your horizon. Light of all peoples, born in
the vulnerability of love, shake us from our sleep. Open our eyes to the dawn
of your new day that we may see and become radiant.
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