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  • Jesus Mother Roots

    Today was our final Advent reflection based on Helen Bruch Pearson's book.

    The last thing we did was for five of us to light a taper from the red candles representing each of the women, naming her aloud, and then together to light the gold 'Jesus candle'.

    For me there was something very moving about the coming together of these five stories in the united act of 'birthing' the Light of the World

    Tamar

    Rahab

    Ruth

    Bathsheba

    Mary

    Jesus' mother-roots

    Our advent journey nears its conclusion... the scarlet threads draw together to weave a shawl in which to wrap the infant Christ, son of Tamar, son of Rahab, son of Ruth, son of Bathsheba, son of Mary, son of God.

  • Fourth Week in Advent: Thursday

    Today's readings:

    Psalm 1: 1- 3

    Jeremiah 17:7-8

    Matthew 13: 3 - 6

    Spookily, after I opted yesterday to go with the mustard seed parable, each of today's verses has a bit of a tree theme!  Both the psalm and the Jeremiah have the righteous person compared to a tree growing by a stream, where it flourishes.  The Matthew gives us a bit of the parable of the sower/soils/seed, stopping hsort with the seed that falls on the rocky places and is parched.

    So, if today I stay with the part parable, we get this:

    Then Jesus told them many things in parables, saying: “A farmer went out to sow his seed.  As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up.  Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow.  But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root.”

    Rather than love being the seed or the plant/shrub/tree, what about love as that which is necesaary for the healthy growth of the said vegetation?  Love as a the stream that provides water, the soil that offers nutrients and cover, the sun that warms the shoots and enables photosynthesis?  What about love in many guises (water, food, shelter, warmth, etc) that enables us to reach our potential?  And if some of that is absent - physical or metaphorical hunger, cold, exposure - how is our gorwth stunted or destroyed?

    A quick gander in HymnQuest (not finding the contemporary song for which I was looking, shows there are a fair few which speak of the 'stream(s) of God's love' of which this one seemed to stirke a chord depsite its antiquated language and idiom:

    Make channels for the streams of love,
    Where they may broadly run;
    For love has overflowing streams
    To fill them every one.

    But if at any time we cease
    Such channels to provide,
    They very founts of love for us
    Will soon be parched and dried.

    For we must share if we would keep
    That blessing from above;
    Ceasing to give we cease to have-
    This is the law of love.

    Richard C Trench (1807-1886)

    And so to my own response...

     

    God of love

    Living water, flowing like an endless stream

    Let me dip my feet into its coolness

    Let me gulp in mouthfulness of its refreshing

    Let me splash delightedly in its shallows

    Let me swim in its depths


    Let it wash away my faitgue

    My dryness


    Let it fill my heart, mind and soul

    My emptiness


    Let me fill a bucket and carry it,

    Spilling over the rim

    To share with others


    Literally

    Metaphorically


    Needing their own

    Refreshment

    Cleansing

    Delighting


    God, source of love

    God, love incarnate

    God, let us drink from you again


    Amen