Il Signore ti ristora, Dios non allontana, il Signore viene ad incontrarti. Viene ad incontrarti.
The Lord restores you, God does not push you away. The Lord comes to meet you. The Lord comes to meet you.
I love mantras. They are simple phrases you repeat over and over again as meditation or prayer. Christians have a tradition of mantras too. Above is one of my favorites. It's in Italian and comes from a place called Taizé ("tih-
ssay"), in France. If you also love mantras or contemplative prayer and Jesus, you will love Taizé.
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The chapel at Taizé |
I don't think I need to explain why this one is relevant for Christmas Eve. But what might take some explanation is why Christmas makes me think of migrant workers, Ferguson and brick makers in India.
Here is part of a traditional Christmas hymn. If you go to a Christmas Eve service, you might sing this:
"And you, beneath life's crushing load, whose forms are bending low, who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow."
Christmas-y, right? Jingle bells. Let me tell you, while sometimes I feel like I have a mentally "crushing load", my daily life is about as far away from that as you can get. I haven't weighed in on here about Ferguson, but I have had some good conversations about it. To me, the actual facts of that evening are important, but regardless of what you think happened, look how it resonated with communities all over the country. It's pretty clear we have a problem. People feel crushed and hurt and rightly angered by discrimination. When President Obama was elected, people said, "Look! We're not a racist country anymore! We have a black president!" And it was a huge step. But it's clear we have a long way to go - because everyone pointed out that the president was black. After we've had two or three or seven black presidents, skin color will not even be worth commenting on.
Il Signore ti ristora.
And let's talk about the men and women who are
making our Christmas decorations or picking our crops or packing our meat. They work long hours away from their loved ones and come home sweaty, exhausted, and probably not smelling great. Sounds a lot like a shepherd to me.
"And in the same region, there were migrant workers, from another country, out in a field, picking crops by night. And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with fear." - Luke 2:8-9 (adapted)
Dios non allontana.
"And you, beneath life's crushing load, whose forms are bending low, who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow. Look now for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing. Oh rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing." Do you know what song it is?
It Came Upon the Midnight Clear.
There are more slaves in the world now than ever before in history -
29.8 million. That's more people than live in Australia. One organization, International Justice Mission, is working to free enslaved people. In June, they rescued
179 people from a brick-making factory in India. After being rescued, one man said, "Today I believe God is alive, in different shapes and in different people." "Look now for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing."
Il Signore viene ad incontrarti.
I truly hope you have a joyful Christmas with your family, friends, loved ones. It should be full of laughter, fun, and celebration. And, at some point, may your understanding of Christmas collide with the news to transform both things.
Viene ad incontrarti.