Sunday I woke up and got ready to go to church. I couldn’t rouse the girls. So I went off alone. As I walked through my building’s garage the phrase of a song played in my head…alone again, naturally. I sighed and then tried to shake it off…shook off the sadness, shook off the loneliness, shook off the blahs as best I could.
Once inside my little church I settled into my pew and began to breathe and sit in silence. The readings and hymns washed over me. The choir began to sing a new song and as I tried to sing along, I read these words:
Even the Sparrow finds shelter under the wings of the eagle…
Tears formed in my eyes as this truth sprang up from within…no, you are not alone. You are never alone.
I felt held and guarded and sheltered. It was then it arrived, Advent, a time for promises and the audacity of hope.
I couldn’t find the hymn we sang last weekend but I did find this one that I am sure is familiar to you…a beautiful old spiritual.