Christmas is my favourite season. It is beautiful, peaceful, joyful, and filled with traditions and family and trying to prepare room for Jesus. Today is the first day of Advent, and a beautiful reminder of love in the driest season. This world has in it a painful dose of orphaned children, trafficked women, alcohol abuse, drought, twisted artistic talent, war, pornography, maternal deaths, hurricanes, and hunger. How can God account for this, and claim to be Love?
God's answer to brokenness is to send a baby. We ask Him; 'What is your answer, to all this pain?' and if we open ourselves up to an answer, He will fill it with the most beautiful, sweet smelling, lovely baby. A baby who will expand within us and grow beyond imagination, until He spills out into the world and startles us with His purity.
When Riley was born, I wrote
time slows down when you have a newborn in your arms.
my days are
full of newborn baby smells. milk. poops. fresh laundry. pukes. the freshest, most fragrant skin on earth.
newborn baby textures. soft skin. tiny, downy hairs. milk letdowns.
wet pukey puddles in my hair, on my pyjamas, in my bed. a soft body
sharing patches of warmth on my arms, belly, breasts, face.
'mm-mm-mm-mm' as he nurses. tiny, short breaths stitched like thread
across the space between us. grunts. squirts. burps.
eyes, skin, cheeks, hair, feet, bum, soft ears, tummy, and
neck are fascinating visions of perfect, ethereal beauty. he's so
beautiful that i can't sleep. all i want to do is watch him.
his brothers are here, and awake, and their perfectly abundantly noisy
selves, it feels crazy chaotic, but with an undercurrent of peace.
smell my baby. he's the answer to the search for world peace. bring me
armies, one by one--one breath each of baby newness and war will be
I'm reminded of Children of Men, where war is unleashing its murderous rage and a woman walks through the middle of it all carrying the first baby that has been born on earth in twenty years. The newborn baby's cries slay war, if only for a moment, and every man pauses to look. Therein lies hope, and all the love of man and God complete and whole and pure, in every cell, in every yawn, in every cry.