Ransom Captive Israel
The first Sunday in December.
Oh Come, Oh Come, Emmanuel...
It echoes down the ages.
And ransom captive Israel...
Captive still, after all these millennia.
Israel is the paradigm for how all of us live:
Captive, bound on all sides by those who do not wish us well.
And yet, in Israel, life goes on.
Orange blossoms fill the air,
Babies are born,
Old people die, but not in captivity.
Young people and grandmothers are blown into the heavens.
Israel is in the desert but she is not the desert.
Israel is God's heart, beating in the rhythm of creation.
Always, somewhere, Israel lives and breathes with the breath of He Who Is Who He Is.
And His breath warms We Who Are Who We Are
In this first Sunday of December
In this first Sunday of Advent.
In the beginning of the third Christmas without Shelagh.
No. Wait. That is another meditation.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to you, O Israel...