“The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighbourhood” (John 1:14)
a prophet looks less like
a bearded old man foretelling God’s plans
and more like
a braided schoolgirl,
Awake and angry,
with no compulsion to people-please.
the Creator of everything
hacked her own work
and became something,
so we could know what it means
to be loved and to love,
to bear light and to share light,
to flip the whole order of things
to show how
the written off are the ones who get to write the script.
this crazy tumultuous time
when the worst of things fear, division, exploitation, destruction,
is the m.o. of those few wielding power.
is there room
for another possible world
where the Christ mass declares
the abundance in less,
the strength in loving kindness,
the healing in brokenness,
the light of hope
within the darkness of despair?
Can it be
that we time bound fools,
walking on concrete,
bewildered by Boris and Brexit and biocide
can hold eternity
in this moment
in this place?
This reflection was written by Anna Hembury, F.Y.T Trustee, for our Advent Series on John 1:14 from the message (‘The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighbourhood.’).