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12/17/2019 0 Comments an advent prayerin advent’s glow, at the close of a year, we find ourselves standing atop the moments that ushered us here. the moments, stacked in our souls as stones at the floor of a riverbed, & the years, we pray, cleanse us. heal us. our hearts, as homes of secret grief & silent longings, of joy restored & hope held. this advent, we come. there are the ones who gather who ache from the blows of trauma’s whip & there are the ones who gather who fear the rushing in of a new year & there are the ones who gather who grieve the absence of what was, of who was, the ones who lean into the crazed mystery : where was God in it all? & there are the ones — we are the ones -- who gather who know the grace of all of these & none of these & every grace between. this advent, we are the ones who come, full of awe & full of pause, full of praise & full of pain. full. may we trust there is room enough for all of it. for all of us. may we be a home inviting every sacred heart in tenderness & honor : every part of you is welcome here. there is space for every stone. & all of heaven roars, hallelujah, amen.
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