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It’s the messiest time of the year!

December 25, 2016 1 comment
THE HOLY FAMILY – the nativity figures are hand carved from some place in Africa (which I realize really doesn’t tell you much, but I can’t remember which country). The doily is from Heidelberg, Germany – a gift from my parents when they returned from a trip to Europe when I was about 16 years old.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the messiness of Christmas.

A young unwed girl becomes pregnant by the Holy Spirit. Today, we would either say the girl is lying or get her psychiatric help. Or both. Mary’s pregnancy could of left her poor and destitute at best, or stoned at worst. I can’t imagine travelling far distances on a donkey – but to do so 9 months pregnant?

Then to be turned away and offered a place with the animals to give birth. Talk about unsanitary conditions! The son of God could have been born in a palace – but a manger was his bed. I watched a funny video of children telling the story of Jesus’ birth and they commented on how Jesus probably “pooed” and it was probably very smelly. Having worked at farms, farm animals are kinda stinky! Not very king-like. Definitely very messy. The son of God not only took on human flesh, but came as a helpless baby, totally dependent on others for his care.

Instead of the elites coming to praise and worship this king, shepherds – smelly, dirty, poor shepherds were the invited guests. I remember reading somewhere that they would not have been allowed into the temple – but they were invited into the miracle and mystery of God becoming flesh.

Then King Herod gets wind that there’s a new king born. He is so intimidated by a little baby, that a massacre of male babies under two is commenced. The “holy innocents” as the church calls them and their families bear the price of human sin, pride and power. Jesus escapes – but as a refugee in another land. Less than two years old, his life is wanted. It definitely wasn’t “the most wonderful time of the year”

This is how God sent his son into the world. Jesus took on human flesh and experienced the vulnerability and messiness we face as humans. This is such a mystery to me that God would choose such a messy way to come into the world. And yet, it is such a comfort and hope to me for Jesus knows my messiness – and believe me, I’m messy! Ultimately Jesus redeems that messiness through the Cross. But I think one of the mysteries of Christmas is that Jesus not only knows our messiness but it experienced it.

And so as I – and people I love – face messiness in our own lives – I take comfort tonight in the mess Christ chose to be a part of out of love for you and me.


Disaster strikes my room – Rescue actions are taking place


This is what I am capable of creating… to be fair, this picture was taken when I painted all the rooms in a basement apartment and had to move everything to the center of the room. Still, my messiness is quite developed 🙂

A few weeks ago in the trauma therapy program, we played a game that is now my new favourite game called “What’s yours like?” It’s just a fun game where someone is in the hot seat and has to guess what the word on the card is. Each person then gives clues by saying what there’s is like. One card was “bedroom floor”… everyone has to then say what theirs is like. I said that it appears that I don’t have one. And it’s true. The bedroom floor is gradually decreasing as the weeks go by as the volcanos of stuff pile up and overflow. This is not a new phenomenon. My mother could tell you that. I once had to refuse a really close friend access to my apartment and made him use the cafe next door’s bathroom.

I think living in community is interesting. There is definitely a “honeymoon period” where we were all on our very best behaviour and eagerly showing love by doing each other’s chores and generosity ruled the day. And then our very human selves show their true colours. My bedroom definitely showed that pattern… for the first couple of months, my room was spotless.

But now, it is a disaster. You’d think a tornado, hurricane, earthquake and any other disaster hit my room.

Today in group we were exploring different resources to ground ourselves, to shift our focus, to soothe ourselves and they had a Shel Silverstein poetry book which I had fun reading and brought back happy childhood memories of reading. I found the following poem that totally made my day and has now inspired me to take action against the pigsty I am currently living in!


Messy Room by Shel Silverstein
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater’s been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or–
Huh? You say it’s mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!