This is but the beginning of the birthpangs.
Seriously—January 5th, and we’re still on Christmas?
Can’t we move on, now?
We follow a different path than the rest of the world.
They are rushing on to the next thing. Let them go.
This, today, this is the moving on.
This is the movement, the birthing,
which takes as long as it takes.
Justice unfolds slowly.
There’s no shortcut to the Realm of God,
no beginner’s luck to repentance.
Give thanks for a God who walks with us,
and with us, and with us.
And pack for a long trip.
But stop counting and be present.
Abandon escape. Renounce the desire
to be perennially elsewhere.
The One who Was and Ever Shall Be
Is. Now. Here.
That is enough.