First off, here is the recipe for our Advent Week 2 Cookies:
Grandma Sasa’s Spritz Cookies
1 Cup Sugar
4 sticks of butter
4 Cups of Flour
1 tsp. Almond Extract
Cream together sugar and butter. Add eggs. Mix until smooth. Add flour and extract. Use cookie press to form cookies. Bake at 350 until brown.
If you don’t have a Spritz gun, I highly recommend one. They are absolutely delightful.
And now, Advent Week 2 Poem:
During this second week of Advent, I wrestled with whose perspective to consider Christ’s birth from. I toyed with every idea from a donkey to the stable itself.
Then, while singing the familiar hymn Joy to the World at the nursing home today, my mind got stuck on the third verse which reads:
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as, the curse is found.
That refrain. His blessings will flow as far as the curse is found. As far back as the curse is found. All the way back when Eve reached out her hand and altered the course of humanity for ever.
What would Eve have been thinking when Christ was born? How wonderful and strange that Salvation was brought into the world via the pain womankind was cursed with after she ate of the fruit. And of all the people in the history of humanity, it seems she and Adam might have rejoiced at Christ’s birth with a sincerity no one else could match.
So, I’ve written about Christ’s birth from Eve’s prospective. I worry I took too many liberties with this perspective…I do hope I am theologically sound. But, regardless, writing it allowed me to marvel at another aspect of humanity’s Salvation.
As we continue in the season of Advent, this season of waiting, may we all be gifted with moments that help us to marvel anew at the story we’ve heard so many times before.
Eve Recounts the Birth of Christ
Under the curse
I ushered in, she cried out in agony, startling
the animals who stood awkwardly
around her. Under the curse
I ushered in, she bit down hard
on the scrap of cloth
Joseph tore from his garment, the drops of sweat
on her brow glinting
in the oil lamp’s faint light. Desperate
to be out from under
the curse I ushered in, she clawed
at the dirt floor, raking bits of broken straw
and hay between her pale fingers. Muscle
and sinew bearing down. Heart reverberating
in her chest. The curse I ushered in
relentlessly devouring her strength.
All into the night, it sought to ruin
the one who would usher in
When she finally collapsed
back into the pillow of linen
and straw, I wept. And at the sound
of His shrill cry, we danced, Adam & I.
Like two children, wild
and finally, finally free.