Dear Friends in Christ,
On this 11th Day of Christmas I suspect many of you, like myself, are "snowed in." Except for those few times when this is perilous, I find it quite wonderful. Presently I'm listening to the laundry in the dryer and the snow-muted wind chime outside, with Christmas tree lights and sheep moccasins keeping me warm in body and spirit. I hope you've found some space to listen, to be, and to be warm today.
In his book Dwelling in Possibility: Searching for the Soul of Shelter, Howard Mansfield reflects on the quiet and profound differences between a house and home. He proposes that "the real possibility we seek is habit; it's the ordinary. We want room for the mundane." Agents and builders often speak of great rooms and granite counter tops, "But we should ask: Give us room for tumult and quiet, for solitude and passing the time with friends. Give us room for ordinary pleasures, for a day well lived."
Or in God's words from Isaiah, "In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength."
I've never heard anyone speak of or write on the "Cozy Christ," but surely the Christ of so many dinner tables, picnic meals, common homes, and that first hallowed stable was a person who knew the power of places that were, perfectly, ordinary.
May the Cozy Christ bless each of your ordinary places to be perfect today. May forced rest find you ready to receive its teachings, and necessary snow-drives return you home in safety to warmth and dryness. God bless the cozy mundane. Amen.
One in our Savior,