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Birthing Love

The angel Gabriel was sent from God
to a town of Galilee called Nazareth,
to a virgin betrothed to a man named Joseph,
of the house of David,
and the virgin’s name was Mary.
And coming to her, he said,
“Hail, full of grace! The Lord is with you.”
But she was greatly troubled at what was said
and pondered what sort of greeting this might be.
Then the angel said to her,
“Do not be afraid, Mary,
for you have found favor with God.

“Behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son,
and you shall name him Jesus.
He will be great and will be called Son of the Most High,
and the Lord God will give him the throne of David his father,
and he will rule over the house of Jacob forever,
and of his kingdom there will be no end.”
But Mary said to the angel,
“How can this be,
since I have no relations with a man?”
And the angel said to her in reply,
“The Holy Spirit will come upon you,
and the power of the Most High will overshadow you.
Therefore the child to be born
will be called holy, the Son of God.
And behold, Elizabeth, your relative,
has also conceived a son in her old age,
and this is the sixth month for her who was called barren;
for nothing will be impossible for God.”
Mary said, “Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord.
May it be done to me according to your word.”
Then the angel departed from her.

Luke 1: 26 – 38

Birthing Love  

It is so easy to keep the story of the Annunciation, and the Nativity of our Lord at arm’s length – keeping the story in its proper historical context as something that happened to Jesus through Mary 2000+ years ago.  We have been taught to commemorate these events as something that happened to somebody else, which has a potentially redemptive effect on us, but not really relevant beyond our possible salvation.  We “celebrate” Christmas, but do we ever pause to reflect on what these stories mean for us today?

The Annunciation and the Nativity of our Lord are not isolated events that were “one and done.”  In fact, the Annunciation and the Nativity happen to each and every one of us every single moment of our lives – if we have the ears to hear and the eyes to see.  If we profess Jesus as our teacher, and if we intend to follow the example set by Jesus and his commandment to continue his work in the world, then we too are called to birth LOVE in the world as Mary was called to do.  Every single moment of our lives, the “Angel Gabriel” appears to us asking us to be the Mother of God – to bear and bring forth Love into our broken world.  Like Mary, we too are invited to be humble and obedient to this invitation by responding, “I am the handmaid of the Lord.  Let it be done to me according to your word.” And like Mary, we are called to trust in the process….even when it seems to be impossible or when it seems as if saying “yes” will be a great risk to what we have known and who we believe ourselves to be.  Like Mary we are called to trust and this Love will be delivered safely into the world and that the supports we need to safely birth Love in the world will be there.

How you are being called to birth Love in the world.  What risks are you willing to take on behalf of this love?  How might you open your eyes to all the ways in which the Love you are called to bring into the world might be exercised and shared with others? 

WE are the Mothers of God.  We are the light bearers.  We are God’s hands, heart, eyes, ears, compassion, peace and justice.

How are you called to birth and be God in the world and how does the celebration of Christmas invite you even more fully into this task?

Authentic Freedom

I’m made of God’s Love inside and out.

This is the truth that life is about.

Energy flowing from my head to my toes

keeping me healthy and helping me grow.

Nurturing this Spirit will help me to be

my most true self, Loving and Free!

The power center at the base of my spine

reminds me the earth is ours, yours and mine.

The gifts of creation promised to me,

blessings received most abundantly.

Food, clothing, shelter, this place feels safe.

There’s always enough!  Fear can’t show its face.

The center in my belly is where new life is made.

Here, nurtured dreams and visions won’t fade

When secure in the truth that support will be mine

As I create life with our Source that’s Divine.

Courage is centered where ribs separate.

Believing the truth – I AM GREAT!

I can be and do and live what is true.

Fear cannot stop me or make me feel blue.

At the center of my chest lies a heart filled with joy.

Love is what made me and each girl and boy.

I breathe deep of the love and the joy that are mine,

as I share it with others, their hearts too will shine.

Hearing my truth and speaking it well.

Allowing the life in me its story to tell.

Freedom is mine, not bars, ropes or chains.

My throat sings out its happy refrain.

I see with my eyes and know in my mind,

That truth is really easy to find.

A dream, a vision, a feeling, a thought –

is how I know what is good and what’s not.

Through the top of my head flows the Spirit of peace –

the Divine Source within me that never will cease.

When I’m quiet and still, I know me to be

One with this Spirit and all that I see.

I’m made of God’s Love inside and out.

This is the truth that life is about.

Energy flowing from my head to my toes

keeping me healthy and helping me grow.

Nurturing this Spirit will help me to be

my most true self, Loving and Free!

 

Authentic Freedom poem from Lauri Ann Lumby’s book Returning – a Woman’s Midlife Journey to Herself:

 

 

Author:

I am a trained, professional Spiritual Director, Author and Hands-on Healer. I offer services, programs and classes that empower you to hear the voice of the Divine that speaks from within you. It is the voice of the Divine that leads us to our highest truth, to the discovery and cultivation of our gifts and to a life of Authentic Freedom where we know contentment, compassion and joy. Your truth will set you free!

3 thoughts on “Birthing Love

  1. I find it interesting that the illustration at the top is Tanner’s Annunciation, which hangs at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I sit with this painting every time I visit the museum. (I grew up in the Philadelphia area and currently live about an hour away. I continue my membership at this lovely museum …. )

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