God Rest Ye Merry, Hippogriffs
Quiet, steady rainfall on the roof; flames curling around oak logs in the fireplace; meandering conversation.
Freshly baked chocolate-chip-cookies (with milk); laughter and random movie quotes; four candles lighting the room for singing; "Of the Father's Love Begotten" followed immediately by "Jingle Bells."
Blue wrapping paper with friendly penguins; struggles with wrapping round packages; electric organs and small but valiant choirs; talking to trees.
Anxious cry of a lost grey kitten; guilt at disappointing people; missed phone calls and unmailed letters.
Small things. Yet it's among these small things that we encounter beauty, among them that we see grace. He came down from heaven not to make the small things unimportant, but to live as we live, in the midst of the mundane and the quotidian. To show us the importance of a glass of water, or half a cloak; to show us that the sacred is not separate from, not opposed to, the ordinary.
I wish for you all God's merry rest, today and all days. May we learn to see the sacred in the ordinary, and to rejoice in all that He has done and all that He will yet do, together with kittens and trees, mountains and hippogriffs, the company of the saints and the hosts of heaven.
"Tidings of comfort and joy . . . ."
Freshly baked chocolate-chip-cookies (with milk); laughter and random movie quotes; four candles lighting the room for singing; "Of the Father's Love Begotten" followed immediately by "Jingle Bells."
Blue wrapping paper with friendly penguins; struggles with wrapping round packages; electric organs and small but valiant choirs; talking to trees.
Anxious cry of a lost grey kitten; guilt at disappointing people; missed phone calls and unmailed letters.
Small things. Yet it's among these small things that we encounter beauty, among them that we see grace. He came down from heaven not to make the small things unimportant, but to live as we live, in the midst of the mundane and the quotidian. To show us the importance of a glass of water, or half a cloak; to show us that the sacred is not separate from, not opposed to, the ordinary.
I wish for you all God's merry rest, today and all days. May we learn to see the sacred in the ordinary, and to rejoice in all that He has done and all that He will yet do, together with kittens and trees, mountains and hippogriffs, the company of the saints and the hosts of heaven.
"Tidings of comfort and joy . . . ."
posted by erendis nasard at 11:08 PM
3 Comments:
Indeed. :)
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In other news, I hope your school week is going well, and also I vote unanimously to watch Children of Men with you this weekend. Does Mim want to come?
:D
That random HP reference just caught me completely off-guard and made me grin like a fool. Thanks. Blessings upon your hippogriffs-- and any kneazles you might have as well.
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