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This meditation is for the First Sunday after Christmas, Year B…

Find yourself floating ting in a vast empty blackness. A void.

No sound. No sight. No smell.

Nothing. Except anticipation. That feeling that tells you without a doubt that something is about to happen.

… and then it happens. Light has been given permission to be. And it shines.

Somewhere a word was spoken, and it all just happened.

Just a spark at first, just a pinprick. But it was enough to pierce the chasm of the cosmos.

There aren’t any molecules yet. It’s still a vacuum. So there’s no sound.

But, you have the sense that if you were able to pull back the curtain which separates the two realms of existence you’d hear the angels singing together with all the heavenly host.

That light, spoken by the Word, still shines, still speaks. Even in the dark.

And the dark, no matter how heavy can never snuff out the light.

That light shines in you. In your heart. In your every moment.

Locate that light within yourself. That light that is brighter than the stars.

Where is the light in you?

…That Word still speaks. It speaks in you and in the works around you. It speaks to you when you weep and when you laugh. When you’re bored and it whispers to you in your sleep.

Where is it? Where is the Word in you?

What is it saying?

Knowing that you are infused with the Word and the light, hear the opening of the Prologue to John:

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being. What has come into being in him was life, and the life was the light of all people. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it…

And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father’s only son, full of grace and truth.

Offer thanks to God for all of it.

Ask God to help you shine.

Ask God to help you speak of love wherever you go.

Now, pray with me:

Our Father…

The Author

follower of Jesus, father of two, husband of one, Episcopal priest, with one book down, one blog up...surrounded by empty jars of nutella