My goodness, it’s been an age since I really wrote something to put here.  I’d like to say that it’s the result of an intentional plan to be reflective and part of my Advent discipline, but that would be less than truthful.  Okay that would be a BFL (Big Fat Lie).

I’ve been doing the things that clergy do during Advent.  Though it may not have been a plan, the hiatus has been good for me.  Not only have I not written much, I haven’t read many of my favorite blogs for a month or so now. I’m not going to try and analyze it too much, I’m just going to try and learn what it has to teach me and move along.

Today’s huh, moment came when I was headed back to the office after lunch.  In a clear, 25 degree day, the tree in front of the church was filled with about 10 American Robins.  I pondered on that a bit and then went back to the stack of mail in my inbox. (It was my day to clear that bad boy–GTD David Allen wants me to have a ‘mind like water’).  I looked out the window and there weren’t 10 robins anymore.

There were more like 30 and a flock of starlings as well.

These birds that for me are the harbingers of spring (sort of like spring training baseball) were chasing one another around from tree to tree and make a big racket. Twenty-five degrees and robins?  What’s next, a king born in a barn?

The unpredictability of what’s at hand is an invitation to change how we see things it seems to me.  I become less and less surprised at anything anymore.  It’s not that it doesn’t inspire me to wonder, but it just is what it is and it will teach me what it has to teach me if I let it.

Whether it be Robins in spring or God being born poor and just like I was, it gives me pause to wonder just what God’s up to from one day to the next.

I can’t wait to see what sorts of surprises will come on the morrow.