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An Advent Devotion: Joy Comes Home

An Advent message from the prophet Zephaniah
"Sing aloud, O daughter Zion; shout, O Israel! Rejoice and exult with all your heart, O daughter Jerusalem! . . .At that time I will bring you home, at the time when I gather you; for I will make you renowned and praised among all the peoples of the earth, when I restore your fortunes before your eyes, says the Lord."  
                                                                                                  Zep 3:14, 20 NRSV

2 Year Old Girl Caucasian"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!"

Twenty voices sang to the little guest of honor enthroned in her high chair. Anna Kate, celebrating her second birthday, celebrated her first in a very different place. Back then, she lay in a Russian orphanage awaiting her turn for nourishment and a little nurture as well.

"Happy Birthday Anna Kay-ate! Happy Birthday to you!"

Anna Kate beamed, looking around at all the people gathered just for her. A look of wonder filled her eyes as she said just one word, "Happy."

And in that moment, I beheld joy in the shape of a little girl. I got a snapshot, just a glimpse, of what it must have been like to see the face of Christ.

Christ had a second birthday too, you know. When Jesus was two years old and toddling about, do you think humanity realized the treasure in its midst? Of course Mary did, and Joseph. And surely other family members recognized that this baby was indeed extraordinary. But there must have been those who missed their chance to cradle joy incarnate in their arms. There must've been.

This advent season, we are called to embrace the coming of Christ. Don't miss your chance. Celebrate the joy of Christ today.

"Jesus, let us glimpse this day, joy incarnate. In the midst of our 21st century frenzy, slow us down that we might recognize your face, thereby experiencing the wonder of Advent."

Anna Kate & family 2018

Margaret Lawrimore

The Wonderful World of Margaret

13 February 2012

Today she is 14, but 11 years ago, our third child celebrated her third birthday.  Back then, she loved Minnie Mouse, so her hand-made invitations, her cake, even her dress, all featured her favorite Disney character.  For the invitations, I wrote a cutesy poem all about her.  I'll post it here; but a bit of explanation first.

Margaret was due February 2 (note today’s date) and even though I did not find out the gender of my baby, I just knew she was a girl. She came home to a lovey-bear we named Lynnette after the person who gave it to her and before long she had her favorite foods, including yogurt covered raisins which she dubbed “raisin eggs.” And when she was little we called her Meggie. (About the time she turned four, she informed us, "My name is Mawgwet, not Meddie." So then, Margaret it is.) The rest you’ll find self-explanatory. Enjoy!

Margaret-third-bday-invite

Happiest birthday to our unrequested blessing, our Margaret--which just so happens to mean "pearl."

my brother

4.24.1969: A Day Like Any Other Day

It was like any other day.

Except

Daddy woke us up, not Mama
and Daddy let me go with my big sister to Kindergarten.
But other than that, it was like any other day.

Except

Daddy said we would have a big surprise later
And I thought maybe we would go get ice cream,
Or go to the Five & Dime to buy paper dolls,
Or maybe company was coming.

At Kindergarten
I colored pictures and I played in the kitchen center.
I listened to music and watched the record going round and round on the player.
I heard the office phone ring.
It rang the same way it did on any other day.

Except

“Aileen, Dawn! Your Daddy is on the phone, come quick.”
And we did.

I reached for the phone, black and heavy, its top half snaking across the desk.
Tippy toed, I pressed the receiver to my ear.
“Daddy?”
“Hey, Girlbaby!” (Daddy always called me Girlbaby.) “Guess what?”

I couldn’t.

“You have a baby brother!”

Transformation.
Metamorphosis.
WOW
I was a big sister now.
Amazing.
But really, it was a day just like any other day.

Except

It was the day my brother was born.