I love this cold clear weather. I love waking up to blue skies, empty trees and crisp mountains. This weather inspires me to live, to smile, to invite light. And you know that's one of the most beautiful things about Christ: his invitation. And this is something I'm just learning, I'm just finally being brave enough to take him up on his offer. The offer that he loves me regardless of what happened this morning, or that I've meant to go to Mass every morning this week, and still haven't made it even once. I am invited into advent exactly as I am. With my tear stained face, with pain filled heart, with my anxious thoughts. I'm invited into the mystery and wonder of advent with all of that. All of this.
It makes me think of the story of the prodigal son. That father he saw his son "while he was a long way off" and just ran out there to meet him. And I'm invited to the table, I'm invited to the alter of grace, whether I'm a long way off, or living right under his roof. I'm invited. You're invited. Regardless. Regardless of all things, regardless of anything. Literally anything. His love and his grace are enough for this. Whatever your "this" is.
You are invited. You are welcome. At advent, at Christmas with all your pain, with all your hurt, with all your anxiety. You are more than welcome in His presence. So no more hiding, for me, or for you.
Cause we're both invited. Just as we are.
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