Give Us A Hand...

Poetry by Ann Weems

In the godforsaken, obscene quicksand of life,
there is a deafening alleluia
rising from the souls of those who weep,
and of those who weep with those who weep.
If you watch, you will see
the hand of God
putting the stars back in their skies
one by one
Yesterday's Pain
Some of us walk in Advent
tethered to our unresolved yesterdays
the pain still stabbing
the hurt still throbbing.
It's not that we don't know better;
it's just that we can't stand up anymore by ourselves.
On the way of Bethlehem, will you give us a hand?

I received a Christmas card yesterday from one of the ladies we caroled to the other night...she said, "You don't know how much that meant to me."  Others said that their Christmas season was better because of a few songs and hugs...will you allow God to give you a hand this season?  To fill you with rejoicing....bringing joy again?  And will you allow others to give you hand?  Will you reach your hands out in offering?

All the angels could do was rejoice...and say "Alleluia."  Do you hear the chorus?  Is it making you cover your ears? Or have you joined the loud chorus?  Screaming, singing, whatever it may be...God asks us to join the Alleluias....this is offering.