My house, these days, has the five day per week presence of a grandchild, which my wife joyously cares for every day. Watching a child grow is amazing and they grow so quickly that you can almost see it. Laughing, attending to stimuli, demanding, and so much more. Sorry, sounds kinda technical but I teach human growth and development after all.
There are other kinds of birth as well. Our yard, this time of spring is seeing the birth of baby birds, baby squirrels and all sorts of plants. It is that time of year for renewal and rebirth. So why is it most people are not lost in amazement at all that is being born? I mean it, how can we not just sit in the grass and watch hummingbirds feed, black capped chickadees get seeds, and the plants bloom everywhere?
And there is also the birth of new ideas and new ways to just be. I was reading a Vigils reading from the Abbey. In it, Guerric of Igny (interesting name) talks about the Virgin Mary. Now I understand that She is the example of absolute faith. But Guerric discusses another view that I had not considered and that is that Her faith gave birth to the Savior of the world. And then he goes on to say that it is what we are called to, to give birth each day, to the Savior within ourselves.
Now, imagine a life where we each give birth to the Living Christ each morning when we get up. This is heady stuff and heavy stuff. That would be a world I could live in. That is the world I strive to live in. Wanna join me?
TMM