Luke 6:20-2120 Then he looked up at his disciples and said:
“Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God. 21 “Blessed are you who are hungry now, for you will be filled. “Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh.
“For you will laugh.” Really? There will be laughter?
Do you have a sense that something really great is going to come? Even with the many restrictions that surround us right now we can still laugh and get excited. Yes, Christmas will be different, perhaps even difficult. But, Christ is still with us. There is snow on the ground but the hope of spring is still with us. Are you looking at the seed catalogues or pictures of warm beaches?
We wait and in waiting we can learn to laugh, to dance, to sing (at least on our own), to pray, and live through the gift of Christ in our lives.
Blessed – is the one who wears the mask and loves their neighbour (hood).
Blessed – is the one who Hopes in Christ.
What are your blessings today? Let’s share our blessings.
Revelation 3:20 “Listen! I am standing at the door, knocking; if you hear my voice and open the door, I will come into you and eat with you, and you with me.”
Have you ever noticed on the artwork of Jesus standing at the door? The door has no door handle. Jesus cannot open the door. Only we can do this. In this time of waiting, believe that there is somebody knocking at your door.
Christ is persistent. Christmas is coming. We can wait quietly, calmly or we can rush around in a haze of flurry and chaos.? You choose.
This Remembrance Day has me filled with tears so much more than other years. Perhaps it’s because I’m older; feeling the loss of seeing loved ones and receiving hugs.
On Sunday I spoke about how “he (Jesus) began to weep”. Those types of tears we shed when a friend is gone; someone close to us dies is very real and raw.
Tears are a normal part of life. My fear when my Dad died was if I started to cry that I would not be able to stop. Of course, that was not real as I’ve had many, many days of joy and laughter, singing and being me, without tears.
Jesus wept. We weep as we remember. Emotions well up within us that are unbidden, unwanted perhaps, and almost always for me, over-whelming.
But that’s OK. We live, breathe, laugh and sing, and at some point say farewell to those we love. Right now I feel with the rest of this Nation and the world the tears shed long ago and tears shed today.
At the end of our days may we have someone to “Sing me (us) home”.
May you find the blessing in your tears today. I believe I’ve found mine.