Advent Reflection | Sunday: Psalms 96-100; Isaiah 62.6-12; Luke 2.1-20

From: Megan Pinckard

“Do not be afraid.”
On bad days I’m in the bathroom for hours, curled under the white underbelly of the sink.
“Do not be afraid.”
I’m riven again. My hands shake like fish at my sides. I can hardly breathe but to mutter the same phrase as many as twenty, fifty, two-hundred times.
“Do NOT be afraid.”
I am terrified.
No human being is a stranger to fear. Why else would it be the most oft repeated command in all of scripture? “Do not be afraid.” Just how many times do we need reminding?
Yet there it is again, spoken to the lowest, the dirtiest, the undesirable: “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of a great joy that will be for all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.”
Fear not. A baby is born.
Was that what Israel waited for? What the watchmen set their sights on? A baby! A baby. Could something—someone—so simple really be the answer to all their fears?
Yes. It is as simple as that.
Christmas reminds me that true peace often comes by means we label as mundane. It reminds me, too, that accepting joy is as simple as making space for Christ to come and overcome us.  
Christ, who came as a baby.
Christ, who gives us the breath to breathe and to say, “Welcome in.”
I use other peoples’ money to buy things for a living. I currently live in Watertown, but wherever settled I scribble down epic narratives from my daily commutes alone.