Sent people

I often wonder: How does God do all of this?  Because I know it is God who sends: people out into the wilderness to wait, toes dipped in the Jordan, on the look-out for who and what is next.  I know wilderness and the Jordan can be found everywhere, even in Glen Ellyn, and the accompanying music can be everything from Handel*s Messiah to Jingle Bells to something I have yet to know or imagine.

This is a season

Of people being sent,

Out Into the wilderness (yes),

But also to my office door,

Next to the children

Who sing Jingle Bells,

Part of the Advent repertoire.

This is a season of

Sent people:

Bearers of Word and wisdom,

Carriers of overwhelming hope and light,

People of understanding, new promise.

I am struck dumb, dizzied, blinded

By those who come

Mute and deaf and blind,

Sent people and me

We stand on the banks

Of the Jordan

Our toes in the water,

Listen to another chorus

Of Jingle Bells.

We wait.

We wonder who will join us 

Next.