A child is born to us,
a son is given to us,
and authority will be on his shoulders.
Advent’s reading draws us to the child;
in Lent I think of the man
and his shoulders, stretched apart on the cross.
A paradox—authority submitting
to crucifixion. Power becoming
powerlessness, allowing evil to have
its way. If the story stops here
the world’s way wins.
And isn’t that how it seems at times?
We struggle to see Sunday in the world’s events
or in our own particular lives.
Remember, when it seems dark, that
powerlessness overcomes power.
True authority comes with a heart,
not a fist.