On this Christmas Eve, I’m taking strength from the fact that Mary and co. were refugees from their homeland, fugitives from Herod, had alarming angels telling them wild things, and still found the courage to resist and bring love into the world.
No matter how far our traditions have come from that humble, radical beginning, remember this fact: the birth of Jesus was a revolutionary act.
No matter how angry I get with God, how baffled I can be by Jesus, and how far I can feel from the Holy Spirit, I always feel down with Mary, that unwed mother, that teen mom, that blazing lioness with a heart of radical acceptance who had her kid in a barn.
No matter how cheerful the world tells me to be, to ignore all the suffering around me, I know Mary feels me on this. It’s okay to feel suffering on Christmas. The Holy Family certainly did. Come with all your snaggly feelings to the manger. There’s joy there, too, not in spite of your suffering, but because of it.
Wishing you the very best this Christmas, in whatever form that takes.
Rhea & family