So God created mankind in his own image,
in the image of God he created them;
male and female he created them.
Alone, awesome, complete within Herself, the Goddess, She whose name cannot be spoken, floated in the abyss of the outer darkness, before the beginning of all things. As She looked into the curved mirror of black space, She saw by her own light her radiant reflection, and fell in love with it. She drew it forth by the power that was in Her and made love to Herself, and called Her “Miria, the Wonderful”.
Their ecstacy burst forth in the single song of all that is, was, or ever shall be, and with the song came motion, waves that poured outward and became all the spheres and circles of the worlds. The Goddess became filled with love, swollen with love, and She gave birth to a rain of bright spirits that filled the worlds and became all beings.
But in that great movement, Miria was swept away, and as She moved out from the Goddess She became more masculine. First She became the Blue God, the gentle, laughing god of love. Then She became the Green One, vine-covered, rooted in the earth, the spirit of all growing things. At last She became the Horned God, the Hunter whose face is the ruddy sun and yet dark as Death. But always desire draws Him back toward the Goddess, so that He circles Her eternally, seekintg to return in love.
All began in love; all seeks to return to love. Love is the law, the teacher or wisdom, and the great revealer of mysteries.
The hope of the world and a baby boy.
I remember Him well like I was there that night.
My heart was there and I felt the chill.
Love came down and the earth stood still.
— “The Earth Stood Still” by Future of Foresty
I really didn’t know what to write for this post. I’ve had quite a week of it, most of it coming down from my most recent term at seminary. After all the adrenaline and caffeine wears off and you’re catching up on sleep, you suddenly find yourself adrift until the first of the holidays rolls around and you’re back on an adrenaline trip of parties and setting up for parties and cooking and all of that.
And then there’s all of the media telling you about the hard luck stories, or that you should give to this and that charity. Or the everyone talking about how they should be dieting, or that they should buy this or that expensive gift, or that if you don’t give the perfect gift or to the right charity you’re doing it wrong.
One can get tired really easily and and throw out a “Bah Humbug!” pretty quickly. I did. I even spent time backing away from the internet last week.
I was in a pretty rotten mood on Sunday when I went to church. Not so much that I was surly to folks at church, but enough to be kind of introverted. But other people’s Christmas cheer is infectious (never mind that Refuge’s general awesomeness and spirit is pretty infectious no matter what day you go), and soon I was feeling better. My blahs really came down when the kids got up to sing. It’s hard to be cranky when cute little kids sing Christmas songs.
But, when Bishop talked about God being more than religion in her sermon later on in the service, it got me to thinking again about love. Because if God (however you define God) is love, and God is bigger than religion, then so love, in all its forms, is bigger than religion, or even us.
We celebrate birth this season. Whether it is the birth of the Sun or the of the Son doesn’t matter: we are celebrating the joy of new life and the love that it represents. The love that is innocent, pure, and small as in a newborn child, and as warm, big, and bright as the sun. And I see love as bigger than us and our weirdness. Love is the force that moves the universe.
We reflect that, too. We are made in the image of Spirit. The baby Jesus and the newborn Sun are not the only things that represent love, because if they embody love, then so do we.
Hope, Peace, and Joy are all part of love. So are our sorrows and sadness. It is all part of the Divine that is in us.
And this brings me peace, and resolution in my own heart. Because even in my darkest moments, I can find love and see hope, peace, and joy. It is bigger than us.
It’s not about who believes what, either. It’s about our common human-ness. It’s hard, even for an optimist like I can be, to keep believing in the goodness of humanity. But I see examples of it in my wife, my coven, my churches, my school, and even with random people I meet. There is a beauty in just our existing, of being alive.
It is a vision that I see of the best that we can be. It’s hard to believe in this at times, especially when the world seems so crazy, but I can see it.
But love is gaining momentum. Sometimes I think, in my wild and crazy way, that maybe the some of the prophets get it wrong. What if the second coming of Jesus isn’t in a single person?
What if we, those who try to bring love, justice, and peace to the world, are the second coming? What if it’s not Jesus himself, but the love that He represents?
That’s an epic idea when I think about it. It’s the joy that I find, particularly this time of year, that helps me find the beauty and mystery of the season. It’s a joy I wish I could impart to everyone, but it’s not possible.
But I can believe it and hope and pray it’s true. Maybe one day, it will be that this love will prevail…