I’m sharing someone else’s post, because I just read it and it’s beautiful. It’s from David R. Henson, who writes a blog called Edges of Faith. It’s called “Born to Die? Why the Cross Doesn’t Belong at Christmas.”
Go on, read it. I’ll wait. It’s not very long, but it’s very good.
While I was reading it, I was reminded of David’s sermon on Sunday, where he talked about the 2nd Coming, and maybe, just maybe, we are supposed to be that second coming. Maybe our actions here and now, what we do in this world, how we interact with the world–the people we meet and the people we will never meet–maybe that is what Jesus meant. We are Christ’s hands and feet. We are the instruments through which God works.
I once heard someone share a prayer a well-known religious figure prayed every day. I don’t remember where I heard it or to whom it was attributed, but it’s stayed with me through the years, and I often find myself repeating it as I start my day. I’m sure I’m butchering it, but my Google-Fu isn’t working today and I can’t find it. Here’s what I remember of it (with my own twists added in over time, I’m sure): Holy God, Thank you for waking me up today. May you walk the world through me this day.
May I always remember that my actions are a reflection of my character. May I be your hands and feet, your voice and spirit. May others come to know you through their interactions with me. As I claim you as my God, may I be worthy of calling myself a follower of you, and may I do nothing to cause harm to others or lead others to distrust you.