Tuesday, December 08, 2009
2nd Tuesday of Advent '09
"I am waiting..." Come, Lord Jesus.
I have to keep it simple today. I'm sick. A sore throat I caught from Nia Grace has turned into a really bad fibro flare, as often the simplest viruses do. All I want to do between the muscle and joint paint, burning throat, aching ears, and Nyquil haze is sleep.
I'm thinking about that baby, again: God, not as man, but as an helpless infant. It's common for people who are chronically ill to feel useless, but even on my worse days, I can do more than a baby can. It cheers me, believe it or not.
Then again, sometimes I can't do more than a baby, and I'm a big baby myself. Lord, have mercy.
Wasn't the Word made flesh generous to give us such a simple, yet sublime image of himself? A little baby, completely dependent. I've never made the connection between the infant Christ and my frequent sicknesses, but as I lay here thinking about how I missed morning prayer, even by phone, and how I didn't get to help Lisa offer hospitality to the guys yesterday, my consolation comes from knowing that on days when I can do little more than sleep, I have the infant Jesus to identify with. He probably slept a lot too, as all infants do. But that doesn't mean he didn't have a destiny that God would use mightily.
Sleep in heavenly peace will never be the same for me now.
Goodnight, and good day, gentle reader.