our benediction.

At the end of each Sunday morning service, the acolyte snuffs out the candles on the altar, but not before lighting the wick on the candle-lighter to symbolically carry that light back out into the world. A reminder that we carry God’s light with us wherever we go.

When we take Atticus anywhere, the question we get is, “Where did he get those curls?” They are his defining characteristic. I like to think of them as an extension of his personality: a little bit wild but also sweet. People cannot help but touch them, and I love to see him running through the playground or the hall or the sanctuary with his head bobbing bright. He carries light with him wherever he goes: wide grin, loud voice, crazy hair.

Our children are our benediction, I read this weekend, and as a parent and a teacher, I know this to be true. When I send Atticus off to school or to the store with Mike, it is my hope that he will behave, that he will be safe, and that he will bring joy to others. I say a benediction over him, bless him with my love. But I am also aware that Atticus himself is a benediction. I send my blessing, my light out into the world and I hope the world will receive him. May we protect all our children and receive them as the blessings that they are.

I wrote this after reading Milton Brasher-Cunningham’s Advent thoughts from yesterday. It has been my intention to review his book, Keeping the Feast, which I loved and quoted here and here. The book is a collection and expansion of some of his posts on food and communion, and I commend it to you as it is lovely. I received a copy from Speakeasy but my opinions are my own.

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