A Sky Full of Children
Tomorrow is my dad’s birthday. He would be 58, if he were still here. It is the third birthday that I have honored without him, and the fifteenth year that I’ve spent without my mom. It is comforting to me that they no longer have need of timepieces or calendars. But I will continue to mark the years until the Great Reunion, when we will all be together again.
I’ve read a bit ahead in my advent devotional, Watch for the Light. Madeleine L’Engle writes the excerpt for December 4th, Dad’s birthday:
“A sky full of God’s children! Each galaxy, each star, each living creature, every particle and subatomic particle of creation, we are all children of the Maker…we are made in God’s image, male and female, and we are, as Christ promised us, God’s children by adoption and grace….
Was there a moment, known only to God, when all the stars held their breath, when the galaxies paused in their dance for a fraction of a second, and the Word, who had called it all into being, went with all his love into the womb of a young girl, and the universe started to breathe again, and the ancient harmonies resumed their song, and the angels clapped their hands for joy?”
It’s Advent. We hold our breath and wait. We remember that the way things are is not the way things always will be. One day, we will clap, and dance, and sing with the angels, by the grace of God. But for now, it is Advent.








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