I'm not going to lie to you: I'm writing this at 11:00pm on my bedroom floor in the dark while my three year old is asleep in my bed and my six month old is screaming in the next room, refusing to go to sleep despite having his every need fulfilled. No doubt, my nine year old will come stumbling in soon to tell me she can't sleep because the baby is crying and she has a school program tomorrow. My seven year old threatened to puke as he got in bed...and he just might follow through.
Why do I share this? Partly because I don't have much else to share as an Advent reflection. And partly because it helps me to get my weariness out in writing and then put everything in perspective. My perspective has come in the last few weeks through Mary, the "theotokos" or God-bearer. I have no doubt she would understand my late-night weariness. And her suffering would give me a little perspective.
Yesterday, I preached a meditation about Mary, about how important it is for us to never lose a deep understanding of her as the God-bearer. Hopefully, I will have a link to that in a future post. In the meantime, here is a piece I wrote for Good Letters about Mary, the Mystical Rose.
Mary reminds me of all the mothers who are suffering much worse agonies than I can imagine and how strong they are in the face of such suffering.
Mary consoles Eve by Rain for Roots
*Update: Here is a link to my sermon, titled Mary, God-bearer. My portion starts at about 23:40.