Awaiting Eruption:
"the eruption of divinity into humanity"
This lovely phrase appeared in a post by Gareth Higgins, on his substack, The Porch - “the eruption of divinity into the human” and I simply loved and had to share it. Gareth provided an Advent blessing that is beautiful and open to all, along with a reflection on Advent.
I wanted to share the Advent Blessing he provided here - this is Gareth’s work and I really appreciate the way he articulates this welcome into Advent, whether or not it is your tradition:
An Advent Blessing
In the tradition that holds me
The animating event of history is the eruption of divinity into the human
It’s ok if that’s not your tradition
I offer it as poetry, not imposition
So, where I come from, right now it’s Advent
The coming of that eruption
And what it means
Or one of the things it means, because its meaning is inexhaustible,
Is that Every One Of Us
Matters as much as sparrows and seascapes, symphonies and silences
The smallest love and the largest imaginings
Bodies held by Soul, Soul held by Love.
None of this is unrealistic
None of it less important than the world of “things”, of “admin”, of forgotten passwords and stressfully remembered to-do lists
None of it too weak to answer in the face of suffering
All heroism begins with the kind of love that everyone reading this can feel for others
All suffering is an invitation to share more
War is not more powerful than compassion
Your life is not less valuable than mine
Your being here matters more than you know
And the eruption of divinity into humanity is your inheritance.
My reflection on this imagery of an eruption of divinity into humanity:
Before the volcano erupts, seismic movements prophecy the coming action.
The earth herself trembles and shakes in anticipation.
Perhaps your own soul feels this anticipatory trembling and shaking.
Perhaps that within you, created in the image and likeness of divine, is thrumming,
resonating with the eruption about to happen in our midst.
Sometimes people choose to get out of the way of eruptions.
Others will seek it out
Bringing their gifts, their hopes, their dreams,
to the site of the earth bursting open.
There may be barnyard creatures.
A Manger.
A teenage mother.
Adjacent to a full inn, in which there is no room.
“And the eruption of divinity into humanity is your inheritance.”
Photo by Marc Szeglat on Unsplash
Absolutely beautiful invitation and reflection!