O Holy Paradox

In this time of holy paradox, I find myself full of joy tinged with sadness. That God so loves us to become incarnate never ceases to amaze me; that I miss my parents, both of whom are dead, hurts. 

My Mom died a year-and-a-half ago. Some would like me to be over my grief. Well, I'm not. She was my second parent to die, which makes missing her, and Dad, so much more painful this year. It's worse this year than last. It's all part of the grieving process. One's body takes two years to achieve equilibrium after the death of a close loved one and I can feel improvement deeply, thanks be to God, but the emotional side's not so easy and straightforward.

Will I forgo the celebration of Christ's Nativity and Incarnation? Absolutely not! It's the joy that gives me strength, not in denying the pain, but knowing that love conquers it. Quite simply, God knows our joys and pains intimately, which brings deep comfort. The love of God is awesome.

We Christians celebrate the Triune God, not three different gods. The Trinity is God-as-verb, always loving, always in motion, dancing, as it were. This reminds us that we're not in this alone but are called to community. Within its heart, we embrace each other in happiness and sadness, honoring that of God within each other. It is here that Christ is born: Glorify Him!