Advent always causes me to reflect on Good Friday. It seems to me Heaven must have experienced both joy and something else, something that included the complete knowledge of all that was to come. Jesus gave His all. So did the Father and the Holy Spirit. My tiny, human brain cannot even begin to imagine what it must have been like when the Godhead poured one Person into the hands of human beings first as an infant and ultimately, on Good Friday. Heaven didn’t pull back even though it was apparent that we were so far lost, even the best of us did not appreciate the gift.
But I pull back. With all I have been given, I cower in fear or drag my feet. Too often, I’m not busy about my Father’s work. Which leads me to reflect, of all the gifts I can ask for this Christmas, the best might be even a soupçon of longing to spend myself doing the Father’s will. After all, Heaven spent it all for me.
On Friday (and occasionally Saturday if Friday is filled with an excess of other activities),100s of bloggers set a timer, write for 5 minutes, and then post the results over at Kate Motaung’s blog, Heading Home. She provides the prompt on Thursday evening. We don’t edit or concern ourselves with whether our writing is flawless or worthy to be seen. We expose our incomplete, unpolished thoughts and words to each other and our readers and tweet them with the hashtag #FMFParty. Join us.