It’s Christmas Eve day & Midtown Sacramento has not yet settled down into the quiet wonder that the day deserves. The leaf blower dudes are out there in full force…blowing & blowing & blowing (& blowing), the traffic is still zooming past on F Street & drivers are still trying to run the stop sign at the intersection, the supermarkets are open for the duration. The guys next door are playing some kind alternative music. (But not too loud…thank you, Guys!) Neighbors are loading huge bags of goodies into their cars. Somewhere in the distance, car alarms go on & off. Kids with skateboards roll by on the sidewalk. I am grateful that I don’t need to be at an airport today.
The trees are ready — bleak & bare of leaves — silently waiting for the stillness to begin. The birds are ready — not a chirp do I hear out there. The squirrels are hiding –wherever it is that squirrels hide — taking a break from foraging for food so as to enjoy their stockpiles. My cats are ready — they’re ALWAYS ready — dozing off for early afternoon naps.
god is ready…just as god is ALWAYS ready…waiting in his eternal stillness for his humans to finally catch on & settle down.
“Low-key” has been my mantra for this holiday season & it is good. I like it. I have a couple of strings of lights strung up in my apartment, an odd-looking Nativity scene with lights in my window & I have St. Paul’s at 15th & J for my Christmas Eve service.
St. Paul’s, a small, cozy church founded in 1849, is one of the holiday traditions that I know I can always call my own. All my beloved church “homies” will be there, there will be amazing carols & music, the incense will be as thick in the air as the smog is on a hot Los Angeles summer day.
And even though I personally don’t believe that god cares whether we celebrate him in a church or any kind of building, I am certain that he will be there with all of us. He might roll his eyes a few times & think to himself, “Oy, what pomp & preposterousness,” but he’ll go along with it. god wants his children to have some fun, to sing, to be in community, to munch on goodies after the show.
And afterwards, as we walk out into the darkness & try to cross J Street without getting killed, god might whisper into our ears, “Look up! You can still see some stars up there!”
And in a moment of stillness, perhaps we shall hear him — & we’ll gaze up past the streetlights & the tall buildings & the holiday lights…& we will see god’s silent grandeur.
“In the wilderness prepare the way of the Lord, make straight in the desert a highway for our God.” (Isaiah 40:3)
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