Flying Pig Moments


 

This morning brought me to this corner where I can’t help but think Christmas 2020 is well depicted. Along the two spiral Christmas trees are two flying pigs and a T-Rex in a Santa hat.
For my money, that about sums it up.
The flying pigs speak to me of all all the crazy “when pigs fly” moments of the year, from shut-downs to runs on toilet paper to the search for the rare and illusive disinfectant wipes. So many things we never would have believed could happen, happened.
The T-Rex represents the tough times, the battles, which so many have fought and are still fighting. Health issues. Job loss. Economic uncertainty. Isolation. Anxiety. 2020 has been a monster of a year, from any and all angles. Yes, flying pigs and a T-Rex sum it up.
But even flying pigs and T-Rexs have a place at the manger. It was into such a world that Jesus was born. It was in such a world that Jesus lived. It is in the midst of life in such a world that we are called to continue to live out the life of the Jesus the baby in the manger grew to be. God came to us in the real world, both with all its indescribable beauty and all its heartbreaking pain. We are invited to shine as lights of love each day, through all life brings, so that all the world might experience God’s love too.
Peace.

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