Sunday, January 3, 2016

Christ Creeps in Among Us (#SmallWonder Link-up)


The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

- Carl Sandburg

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In the long, dark winter evenings, the older kids and I read our way through the Chronicles of Narnia.  In them Aslan, the God-figure, is a large lion.  As C.S. Lewis frequently reminds his audience – Aslan is not tame. 

Aslan walks silently on great, padded paws. 

He comes and goes at will. 

He’s seen by those who look for him.

Yet, often when Aslan appears the youngest girl, Lucy, is quick to squeal with delight.  She runs and buries her face in the fur of his mane. 

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Every morning Blackie, our long-haired cat, waits impatiently to go outside.  Eager to investigate the yard, he pauses briefly before the open door, then saunters out into the crisp early morning air.  An hour or two later a soft thud announces his return as he leaps to the closed kitchen window, the one with the broken screen.  There he waits, his fur coat fluffed, green eyes blazing, a silent silhouette. 

Seeing me see him, he meows.  The double-paned glass mutes the sound, but I see his mouth stretch wide, his dagger-teeth flash. 

I slide the window open and he pushes through the screen, fresh and cold from his morning stroll. 

“Blackie!” I cry, my hands slipping under and over, encircling him, lifting him to my face.  I bury my nose in his fluffy mane.  I inhale the smell of the cool grassy fields he wanders, the morning dew and earth.  It’s a moment I never want to miss. 

This year, I listened beneath the hustle of the Christmas season, hoping to hear the silent padded footsteps of Christ creeping in among us.  

There are so many ways to miss his coming.  

And yet, he comes again and again each year, throughout the year.  Like the cat leaping to the window, the fog sitting silently, Christ arrives opening us, always, to the fullness of what is.

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Welcome to the #SmallWonder link-up.

What if we chose to deliberately look for the small moments of wonder, the small sparks of presence, of delight or sorrow, of true humanity in which we meet God? 

That's my proposal - that we gather here each week to share one moment of Wonder from each of our days.  

You're invited to link-up a brief post about a small moment of wonder.  Don't worry if your post is too long, too short, or not just right - you're welcome to come as you are.  


While you're here, please do take a look around and encourage at least one other blogger with a comment.  




8 comments:

  1. "So many ways to miss His coming."
    My heart feels the truth of this in the early days of this new year.
    Trusting for grace, along with you, not to miss Him in His quiet moving about.

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    1. Happy New Year, Michele. Thanks for being here :)

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  2. A beautiful post and excellent analogy. Thank you for the opportunity to make new friends, and to link-up with others. Hoping your 2016 is off to an incredible start, and listening for the "silent padded footsteps of Christ creeping in among us," with you.

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  3. Such vivid descriptions!

    Yes, so many ways to miss His coming...and so many ways to see Him!

    The whole earth is filled with His glory!

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  4. "And yet, he comes again and again each year, throughout the year."
    I praise Him for that! Multiple comings, multiple fillings, multiple blessings. It will be a good year....

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    1. Kelly, I'm going to piggyback on Lisa's comments here, as that line resonated with me, too. It's a great reminder to be on the look out for Jesus in all of His comings and goings.

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  5. oooo I love this this is delicious! So sensory..really lovely!

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  6. I hate that there are so many ways to miss His coming... but it's true! Here's to a new year and less ways in which we miss Him!

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