Not written a letter like in a while but I’m a bit stressed and this seemed the most sensible thing to do.
I’ve not had a great week – stressed, tired, too much to do and too little time to do it in. Though, obviously, I’m not complaining about how many hours there are each day. You got that right, you’re good at that stuff.
The Incarnation is my problem – again, not got a problem with your work, just trying to explain it is quite tricky. I know you didn’t do a whole lot so explaining of the mechanics and details in Your Word, as such, and I don’t want to try and gild the lilly but I do want people to see the beauty and majesty of the simplicity with which your drew near; draw near still.
You understand tiredness, stress, the complexities of helping people understand that which is beyond our human comprehension. You have been with me this week in workload and conversations and traffic and joy and stress over burst plumbing and concerns about finance and mistakes in communicating with family, colleagues and friends. You have known me, in detail, before my birth and through my life. Oh God, God with us, near us, in us, I give my frailty to you afresh in flesh and heart and mind and will.
Help me find the words and the will, the energy and the patience for a the week ahead – celebrating a birthday, welcoming at church on Sunday, being a father and a husband, a leader and a friend, a teacher and a disciple, and then a traveller to be a son and son-in-law, brother and brother-in-law to flesh family and friend to old friends. I don’t want to pass through days, hours, seconds, stressed – I want to live, walk, talk, be who you have ordained for me to be.