My children’s need for love astounds me. When they were younger, I would lie down next to them in bed after tucking them in for the night. We’d take each other in our arms and talk about the day, saying things reserved for whispered conversations in the moonlight. My son liked me to rub his back and sing “his song”— a simple tune I made up when he was a baby. My daughter wanted to dream about her future, about the horse barn she would one day own and all the animals she will care for there. When I would eventually move to pull away from my children, feeling the call of my own bedtime ritual of time with my husband, a hot bath and a good book, my children wanted more. Now, as preteens, they still want my love, all of it, as a steady drumbeat to their search for self. Even a child who is well-loved is insatiably hungry for more. In his book, My Bright Abyss, Christian Wiman writes: “In any true love – a mother’s for her child, a husband’s for his wife, a friend’s for a friend – there is an excess energy that always wants to be in motion. Moreover, it seems to move not simply from one person to another but through them, toward something else. This is why we can be so baffled and overwhelmed by such love: it wants to be more than it is; it cries out inside of us to make it more than it is. And what it is crying out for, finally, is its essence and origin: God.” The energy of love is, as Wiman says, baffling and overwhelming. It always wants to be more. This is where God steps in. In Luke’s surprisingly brief account of Jesus’ baptism, the words that stand out are God’s, spoken from heaven as Jesus emerges from the water, “You are my Son, the Beloved, with you I am well pleased” (Luke 3:22). These blessed words of affirmation, love and praise from Father to Son stand out in stark contrast to John’s vision of a messiah who will appear with a winnowing fork in hand, ready to separate the wheat from the chaff. The words of God’s love are the words that will sustain us. You can find the rest of the commentary on our website. |
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