Yesterday after Mass, I read the reflection from The Magnificat. It was written by Caryll Houselander, the author of The Reed of God, which I’ve mentioned several times in the recent past. For a reason I’m not certain, her writing penetrated me, and I thought it fitting to post here as something to ponder as we contemplate the incarnation. Read it slowly and drink it in. I pray it will bless you as it blessed me. ~ Anne
Christ was born not because there was joy in the world, but because there was suffering in it. He was born not to riches, but to poverty; not to satiety, but to hunger and thirst; not to security, but to danger, exile, homelessness, destitution, and crucifixion.
His Incarnation now, in us, is in the suffering world as it is. It is not reserved for a utopia that will never be; it does not differ from his first coming in Bethlehem, his birth in squalor, in dire poverty, in a strange city. It is the same birth here and now. There is Incarnation always, everywhere.
The law of growth is rest. We must be content in winter to wait patiently through the long bleak season in which we experience nothing whatever of the sweetness of realization of the Divine Presence, believing the truth that these seasons, which seem to be the most empty, are the most pregnant with life. It is in them that the Christ-life is growing in us, laying hold of our soil with strong roots that thrust deeper and deeper, drawing down the blessed rain of mercy and the sun of eternal love through our darkness and heaviness and hardness to irrigate and warm those roots.
The soil must not be disturbed. (Magnificat, Dec 2010, p. 32-33)