Happy Christmas

She looks at him with love and wonder. This mystery before her eyes. The mystery that she had carried for nine months. Helpless, in the barn with animals. If it didn't get stranger three Kings from afar appeared bearing gifts and worshipping. They said they had sensed a King had been born and had been led by a star. Her betrothed stands by her supportive replaying visions of angels in his mind. Maybe he was trying to make sense of it still.

All we know of love is the love of a mother for a son. The love of a woman and man. The love of friends. But what do we know of the love of God for His people?

Love will tear us apart.

That's how it is on this earth. Life is fleeting and those you hold dear will eventually depart and leave a hole. There may be empty seats at the Christmas table this year, silence that noise used to fill. But love stretches beyond the lengths of mortality. That's what the mystery showed us. That's what He gave us.
Pain for the innocent. The greatest suffering and loss. The greatest love a man can give. To embody it all, take it all upon oneself. That's the greatest mystery.

That despite suffering, pain and loss, love endures beyond what is temporal and physical. It is our gift - knowing that we are not bound.

For this Christmas and all Christmases to come, I hope you find that peace and know that love. Silver and gold and all other pursuits under the sun fade into insignificance one day.

All we have is love.

Silver and gold, silver and gold
Everyone wishes for it
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.

Oh I’m getting old. Oh I’m getting old. 

Everyone wishes for youth.
How have I wasted my life?
Trusting the pleasure it gives here on earth.

Lord, come with fire. Lord, come with fire. 

Everyone’s wasting their time
Storing up treasure in vain.
Trusting the pleasure it gives here on earth.

Oh I see the end. Oh I see the end. 

Everyone’s waiting for death
How do you measure its worth? 

Justice delivers its gift here on earth.

Silver and gold. 

Silver and gold. 

Silver and gold. 

Silver and gold.

In the Wild

When are we ever not plunged in the wild trying to make sense of our surroundings? We are always vulnerable, with choice, not knowing what lies ahead and what will cross our paths.

But we need to take it all in. Feel it out. Listen to how it breathes. Feel small amongst it.

We emerged from a plane crash, you and I, and nothing will be the same. All that can be looked upon is the way forward in whatever direction it may take.

It's the same on the street where you live. Each day you leave the front door. Who says the house will remain standing after you leave? Who says the people you say goodbye to will remain?

Do we know these things?

Do we feel these things?

Because the heartbroken feel them all.

They learn how to live.

They learn how to love.

In the wild.


We always strived for immediacy.

We always wanted to arrive.

How foolish we were to always focus on the outcome.

When all we ever have is a process.