Dear sweet baby Jesus, you’re almost here. You’re getting big now and your poor mother is going to have to figure out how to get you the heck out of her stomach. Bless her heart. I will pray for her.
I admit, it feels like you will never come, like I will be stuck in this limbo of waiting forever. I see others celebrate in their joys early and I get jealous. I have to wait.
But you’re worth it, I know. And you will come in spectacular fashion, as befits you. In my head I do not want to rush the splendor of preparing for you, the hard work that must be put in. I know that the preparation is what it’s all about.
Once you’re here, we’re off to the races. Fleeing from Herod, learning our laws, and bringing the kingdom of heaven to earth. It’s tough work.
So grant me a patient heart, this day, Baby Jesus. Perhaps you’re anxious too. I’ll pray for you, as well. Amen.
The Reverend Shannon Meacham is the mother of two exhausting children Maggie and Gus, and she currently serves Ashland Presbyterian Church in the safest part of Baltimore, the suburbs. You can find her musings about any and all subjects on her personal blog pulpitshenanigans.com.
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