"When Elizabeth heard Mary's retying, the child leaped in her womb, and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit." -- Luke 1:39-56
Sacred space. In our lives. In our hearts. Places where God's love and grace break through. Thin places. Places where the holy can be conceived, germinate, grow, emerge.
They can be places of great joy, comfort, peace. But they can also be places that have known great sorrow and pain. Because God is in all those places. Because even the darkest places can be wombs from which something holy and sacred can be born.
The stories of the pregnancies of Mary and Elizabeth remind us this Advent of the new things, the miracles of life, that are begun in the darkness of the womb.
This weekend, on the first anniversary of the shootings there, the sacred place most on my mind is Sandy Hook Elementary. A place baptized in the blood of the innocent, in bravery, in tragedy, and in pain. And it is my hope, my prayer, that the darkness of that place, the darkness that filled our hearts that day, can through God's grace be a a womb for new hope to be born.
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