I am unworthy of the Lamb.
I do not appreciate the gifts which are given to me.
I am not Wonderful, able to spin plates or planets. I cannot knit irises of any kind.
I am not a Counselor, able to illuminate and comfort, to see what ails and provide a sweet balm.
I am not Mighty. I am unable to bring back the dead, stop the blizzard, command a screach out of an eagle.
I am not Everlasting. I ache and rot.
I am not Peace embodied. I flare with anger, I am contentious, I lash and buck.
I am not the fruition or the promise. Prophets never saw me with aged eyes, or spoke of me until their tongues cracked.
But I act like they did, sailing through the days with my gaze fixed at the mirror as if, as if, as if.
Christmas Eve is a throttler. We put the presents under the tree, make sure they are arranged nicely, step back. There is something missing…I think. Something seems off and wrong. Who did we forget? Who hasn’t forgotten me?
The answer to both questions is the same.
And I am sorry.
(originally published December 24, 2007)
Wow. What a good thing to read today, the day before Christmas.
Piercing thoughts for each of us to remember the reason for the celebration.
So very thankful for our Savior’s Birth. We all need His grace and forgiveness! Merry Christmas to the whole family!
I’m not much of a believer, but I do like this. Very much.