Today one friend’s blog said her baby was born early this morning. Congratulations to her!
Today another friend’s blog told about a funeral for a 24 year old who took her own life, and how the mother wailed.
I have given birth, and I have been the pastor at difficult funerals, so it isn’t hard for me to slip into those remembered feelings, like sliding into familiar sheets. The unspeakable tenderness of holding a new baby. The unspeakable pain of losing a child.
Unspeakable, but I’m a preacher, which means I traffic in words. The word that’s stuck in my brain this evening, as I work on an Advent sermon: incarnation. Which is perhaps a shorter way to say: we have this love in flesh, but only for a time.
I’m ready to slip into my sheets tonight, next to my husband, just to smell him, his alive-ness, and listen to his precious beating heart.