Saturday, December 24, 2011
It would take years for me to even begin to understand what happened to me that night. It is still a mystery and each Christmas after, that mystery inserts God’s self into my memory. It reminds me of what the ancients called the mysterium tremendum. It reminds how silently and unexpectedly God enters our lives and often can only be seen in hind sight. But even in its silence, it impacts how we live, and move and have our being.
My hope for all my friends is this encounter of the Mysterium Tremendum in the services of faith tonight and tomorrow.