My friend Heather Fosth shared this profound reflection last year and it bears repeating:
That’s why Christmas matters. Christmas matters because God sent his Heart to walk around in the world. Christmas matters because it is the ultimate Divine Risk. Christmas matters because I can no longer see people as just people; I see each one as the heart of a young mother and an impossible proposition stumbling around in an uncertain world. What will we do with God’s heart? What will we do with each other’s?
How did Mary live with the burden of
loving a child at the risk of her own heart? I will leave you with a possible
answer from an unlikely source, the TV show “Bones:”
“When you love someone, you open yourself up to suffering…Maybe they'll break your heart, maybe you'll break their heart and never be able to look at yourself in the same way. Those are the risks. The thought of losing so much control over personal happiness is unbearable, and that's the burden. Like wings, they have weight, we feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us. Burdens which allow us to fly.”
“When you love someone, you open yourself up to suffering…Maybe they'll break your heart, maybe you'll break their heart and never be able to look at yourself in the same way. Those are the risks. The thought of losing so much control over personal happiness is unbearable, and that's the burden. Like wings, they have weight, we feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us. Burdens which allow us to fly.”
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