Advent Poem Reflection: Jesus

Jesus

It is I Who has come

Everywhere am I from.

I was here that first day,

As I sang forth golden rays.

I always was and will be, 

My legacy is eternity.

But my beloved have gone astray,

So, a bargaining price I must pay.

Terrifying King could I have ascended,

Yet a helpless babe my mother tended.

You are My chosen, the one whom I love,

For you, My suffering opened paradise above.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

The wind howled as the rain relentlessly pounded on our windows.  The trees behind our house were bent in the most unnatural way, and we hid ourselves on the opposite side of the house in case the raging storm ripped them out of the ground.  

In my terror, I did the only thing I could do- grab my rosary and pray.  I tried to keep the fear out of my voice as I led Hail Mary after Hail Mary to my young kids all huddled up next to me on the couch.  

We had just moved out to the farm and were living in a double-wide trailer with no real place to hide from severe storms.

It was no surprise when the power went out, and we were left huddled up in the pitch-black night.  Even way out here in the country, we don’t experience true darkness.  There are yard lights, barn lights, porch lights, and even inside, the microwave light, charging lights, computer lights, etc.  Always something to pierce into the darkness.

But without power, EVERYTHING was gone.  We scrambled to find working flashlights… we failed.  We have kids after all. They always seem to find them and drain the battery.

Giving up, using our phones as flashlights, we found a candle and matches.

We all kept our eyes on the dancing light of that tiny flickering flame.  That tiny beacon gave us something to focus our eyes on when we could hear but could no longer see the terrors of the night.

The opening chapter of John has one of my absolute favorite scripture verse in it.  “The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it."

That’s the interesting thing about darkness- it’s intimidating and formidable, but it has no power over the light.  No matter how extreme the dark, even the tiniest spark can pierce right through it.

Jesus is often referred to as the Light, while Satan is called the Prince of Darkness. With all his cunning and deceit, even just saying the holy name of Jesus is enough to stop the power from him.

The focus of Jesus in the Advent poem is the mystery of His Incarnation.  While Jesus humbled Himself to become one of us, He remains God.  He, along with the other two persons of the Trinity, the Father and Holy Spirit, always was and will be!   

And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us.

Coming as a newborn baby, the most lovable and approachable person to mankind, was a profoundly humble entrance into our cruel, dark world. The long-awaited Messiah has come and is accessible to all of us.

Merry Christmas to you and to your family!

Until next time, your sister in Christ,

Leah