Unmatched Love 11.24.2015
In recent days God has been tap dancing all over my spirit with a variety of emotions that have reminded me that without the grace of God through Jesus Christ, life would be unbearable, joyless, and hopeless.
I’ll start with Bob Goff, who unashamedly reminded us that simply to bear the love of Jesus Christ in our hearts, minds, and souls can be world-changing. Hearing him share for some reason reminded of the song, “What the world needs most is love, sweet love, it’s the only thing that there’s just too little of.”
In the depth of my heartache of trying, like everybody else, to make sense of the senseless evil unleashed around the world through cowardly terror attacks, grace and love once again spoke into the darkness in the words of a father explaining to his son about the Paris terror attacks, “They might have guns, but we have flowers.” God spared my spirit nothing – not even the conflicts that rear their heads in our own local churches – my heart aches just as deeply over those. I find myself praying with deep sighs, “Come, Lord Jesus, come!”
God did show up, as the Creator does, in new life even in the midst of death. God showed up Tuesday, Nov. 17, 2015 at 6:46 a.m. in the birth of my granddaughter, Ava Priscilla Galbreath. I can’t even begin to explain my emotions as Brandon (Ava’s father) and I watched and helped through the proverbial male coaching tactic of reminding Liz to breathe while encouraging her to push. However, we knew God had this from start to finish. It goes without saying that my heart was somewhat heavy without Priscilla, my wife, but I know she was present in spirit.
God’s grace was on display as I got to know Mrs. Judy, Ava’s paternal grandmother. She absolutely loves her granddaughter. We both took turns being dutiful grandparents. With all this emotional stuff churning in my spirit, my heart jumped over Christ the King Sunday straight to Advent. I know it’s not theologically or liturgically correct, but my heart made one more leap straight to Christmas where I thought of another birth, where the redemptive embodiment of a pure and fearless love took on flesh in Jesus Christ. I thought of Mary, Joseph, and Jesus fleeing terror into Egypt; thankfully the borders were not closed. I hope my liturgically-correct brothers and sisters can forgive me for this last leap in my closing poem.
In the eyes of a Bethlehem Jewish baby,
God gazes upon the world for the very first
time through human eyes.
In the scream of a new born baby delivered
in the caves of shepherd’s field, God speaks
for the very first time with human voice.
In the powerful tender grip of a baby’s fingers
intertwined with those of refugees parents, God
holds fast to creation.
Who could have believed the cost of such a
grip would be nail prints, bloodstained tears,
cries of abandonment?
In The Unmatched Love of God!
(Poem by Leonard Fairley)
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