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In these last days of Advent, our bloggers are pondering the empty spaces that remain. Underneath the tinsel and carols, they’re exploring places of quiet and absence, calling us to a different kind of wholeness.
Who belongs in the nativity scene? Michelle Henrichs is wondering. She balks at putting the magi into the scene, since they didn’t arrive until some time had passed. It just feels wrong…but she wonders if she’s wrong. “Like the table at the Lord’s Supper, Jesus’ nativity doesn’t belong to me or anyone else. Jesus said that people would come from north and south, east and west but he didn’t say they would all come at once. And Jesus didn’t say that those who came late would get the leftovers and scraps from those who were “on time.” So why won’t I let the wise men join the party?” We all have someone we would rather not have at God’s party.
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And who’s missing, as time goes on? Rosalind Hughes imagines Mary’s thoughts on a future Christmas, the first one after Jesus dies. “The first Christmas after he died, she spent the dawn remembering that night in Bethlehem, and the stars, and the straw. Her sobs rehearsed those frantic convulsions of her body, his first cries; the first time she heard his voice, it was as though angels were singing. She would not touch his head again, nor cradle his feet, although they had hardened long since from their baby fatness into something more suitable for the journey of life.” Her grief echoes the sorrow that so many people feel at this time of year.
Other grief can come from being stuck in a place you don’t want to be, Elizabeth Hagan reminds us, recalling the grief of infertility in this baby-centric time of year. We can be stuck...
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