• Sandy Reynolds

Reclaiming Advent Week 4: PEACE

I want to wish you and your loved ones a holiday season full of love, joy, peace and hope. If you have been following along with my reclaiming advent series you know that I see those qualities as virtues that we can cultivate by the choices we make, the way we think about our situation, practicing gratitude and developing other spiritual practices to nourish our souls and build resilience. It is a busy weekend for most of us. I have a few gifts left to buy and I'm heading off to the mall. I can't put it off any longer. I don't think I'll find much peace out there today so I'm starting my day focusing on peace. I am keeping this newsletter short. In fact, the only thing I am adding to it (beyond the content of my podcast above) is a poem by Maya Angelou. It's from her book Celebrations: Rituals of Peace and Prayer. She read it at the lighting of the National Christmas Tree in Washington D.C. on December 1, 2005. Take some time this weekend. Light a candle and sit with these words and our shared hope for peace. Amazing Peace Thunder rumbles in the mountain passes And lightning rattles the eaves of our houses. Floodwaters await in our avenues. Snow falls upon snow, falls upon snow to avalanche Over unprotected villages. The sky slips low and gray and threatening. We question ourselves. What have we done to so affront nature? We interrogate and worry God. Are you there? Are you there, really? Does the covenant you made with us still hold? Into this climate of fear and apprehension, Christmas enters, Streaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hope And singing carols of forgiveness high up in the bright air. The world is encouraged to come away from rancor, Come the way of friendship. It is the Glad Season. Thunder ebbs to silence and lightning sleeps quietly in the corner. Floodwaters recede into memory. Snow becomes a yielding cushion to aid us As we make our way to higher ground. Hope is born again in the faces of children. It rides on the shoulders of our aged as they walk into their sunsets. Hope spreads around the earth, brightening all things, Even hate, which crouches breeding in dark corridors. In our joy, we think we hear a whisper. At first it is too soft. Then only half heard. We listen carefully as it gathers strength. We hear a sweetness. The word is Peace. It is loud now. Louder than the explosion of bombs. We tremble at the sound. We are thrilled by its presence. It is that for which we have hungered. Not just the absence of war. But true Peace. A harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies. Security for our beloveds and their beloveds. We clap hands and welcome the Peace of Christmas. We beckon this good season to wait awhile with us. We, Baptist and Buddhist, Methodist and Muslim, say come. Peace. Come and fill us and our world with your majesty. We, the Jew and the Jainist, the Catholic and the Confucian, Implore you to stay awhile with us So we may learn by your shimmering light How to look beyond complexion and see community. It is Christmas time, a halting of hate time. On this platform of peace, we can create a language To translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other. At this Holy Instant, we celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ Into the great religions of the world. We jubiliate the precious advent of trust. We shout with glorious tongues the coming of hope. All the earth's tribes loosen their voices To celebrate the promise of Peace. We, Angels and Mortals, Believers and Nonbelievers, Look heavenward and speak the word aloud. Peace. We look at our world and speak the word aloud. Peace. We look at each other, then into ourselves, And we say without shyness of apology or hesitation: Peace, my Brother. Peace, my Sister. Peace, My Soul. Want to add a caption to this image? Click the Settings icon. Love, joy, peace and hope to you this week and in 2019. Sandy

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