Let Evening Come, For God Does Not Leave Us Comfortless

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Let Evening Come, For God Does Not Leave Us Comfortless

Hold on to Hope, especially when the Light seems dim.

For many, perhaps at least a little for all of us, this time of year often has a touch of “the blues;” the fact that we are oft greeted with “Happy Holidays” can leave us feeling even more isolated in our seasonal s

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Let Evening Come, For God Does Not Leave Us Comfortless

Hold on to Hope, especially when the Light seems dim.

For many, perhaps at least a little for all of us, this time of year often has a touch of “the blues;” the fact that we are oft greeted with “Happy Holidays” can leave us feeling even more isolated in our seasonal sadness.  We have memories of those who no longer make our favorite Christmas cookie, but our hearts still yearn to taste the sweet joy.  The activities of Advent can bring to the fore the awareness that our family has never been the safe space we crave.  Women, for many reasons, can sometimes hear elements of the “Christmas story” that speak to a harsh reality that they alone experience.  There are lots reasons we may feel something other than “happy.”

At Central UCC, Atlanta, we strive to be “open and affirming.”  This certainly means that we are a congregation that affirms a diversity of sexual orientations, but it means A LOT more than that simple, but powerful, affirmation.  We are a place of safe sanctuary for all; journeys and questions are affirmed here.  We really do believe that “the truth shall set you free.”  And the truth about this time of year is that it can be a difficult and sad time for some.

In an effort to provide community, comfort and support, we offer a special service tomorrow morning (8 December at 10:00): Blue Christmas.  I will offer a series of poem-prayers as we light the Advent candles; participants will be invited to take a candle home with them to use during the season (you may bring your own or one will be provided for you).  The following poem is one that will be used to help light our way through whatever terrain this Advent has for us.

Let the light of later afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the crickets take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the stars appear and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den. Let the wind die down. Let the shed go black inside. Let evening come.  To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come.

“Let Evening Come,” Jane Kenyon

Read more http://whereheartandmindmeet.ccuccatl.com/2012/12/07/let-evening-come-for-god-does-not-leave-us-comfortless/

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