“To us, to all in sorrow and fear, Emmanuel comes a singing, whose humble song is quiet and near, yet fills the earth with its ringing. Music to heal the broken soul and hymns of loving kindness, the thunder of the anthems roll to shatter all hate and injustice.” (verse 2 of Awake, Awake and Greet the New Morn by Marty Haugen)
I’ve been following the stories of violence in the powderhorn neighborhood: the 12 year old shot and paralyzed, and the mother and two children who were assaulted at gunpoint in the park. Today’s Star Trib reported that neighbors are planning a gathering in the park this week. “Instead of grief and outrage, participants have been asked to ‘bring music, art, puppets, laughter, hope and food’ The mother “said that she and her family are forgiving of the suspects, not much older than her children. ‘I guess I might fall into despair, hopelessness and hatred sometime along my healing journey, but I can honestly say I don’t experience them right now,’ she wrote. ‘My spiritual practices ground me in love and possibility.” That’s Advent! God’s love and healing and creativity dawns in our deepest night!