❝In those days Mary set out and went with haste to a Judean town in the hill country, where she entered the house of Zechariah and greeted Elizabeth. When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the child leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and exclaimed with a loud cry, ‘Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb.’❞ Luke 1:39-42
Reflection by Lonnie Lacy
If you’re like me, chaos is part and parcel of these weeks leading up to Christmas. But we’re not the first to feel it. Think of Mary, fresh off a life-changing conversation with an angel, heading for the hills, stumbling her way to her cousin Elizabeth’s front door.
Wise, plump Elizabeth–who’s far too old to be having a baby–wraps her arms around Mary–who’s far too young. Their large burdened bellies bump against one another. Luke says John the Baptist–the child in old Elizabeth’s womb–performed a holy, prenatal summersault at that moment, and the Holy Spirit showed up, too. That’s what Brother Mickey, the artist of this painting, was trying to show with the two spirals on Mary and Elizabeth’s bellies.
But this story’s not just about bumping bellies and dancing babies. It’s about us, too. Here we are, wrapping up another Advent, many of us feeling chaotic as we stumble toward the manger and grope in the dark for holiness, happiness, and Home.
But what if Home is not somewhere down the road, over the bend, or just out of reach? What if it’s not a destination? What if, like Mary and Elizabeth, what we find is that Home is inside us? That God is inside us . . . built into the very fabric of our souls? What if he always has been, always will be?
If this season tells us anything, it tells us that God is with us, which is what we’ve wanted to hear all along anyway. Like those divine boys growing and leaping in the bellies of their mothers, God leaps within us, too. God is with us . . . dancing deep within us, blessing the clutter and chaos of our lives. God is with us, and we are Home.
So in this last day before Christmas, as the world races on around you and you stumble your way to the manger . . . relax. Relax. While you’ve been searching for God, God has already found you–you and all your glorious chaos–and has already knit himself deep within the fabric of your soul.
You are Home. That is God’s gift to you, this Christmas and always.