wreath

Life is busy and often all go. But several times a day, I have an “enforced” rest. A time when I sit, holding my little baby in my arms for his bottle. It is in these precious times that we will look into each other’s eyes. I’ll whisper words of love to him, share dreams and hopes. It’s an intimate moment.

It reminds me in some ways of the traditional Maori greeting, the Hongi. This is the pressing of one’s nose and forehead to another person at an encounter, a time of greeting. The Hongi is the exchange of the ha, the breath of life. A sacred ritual that from its action causes two people to share breath.

For us Christians, this breath of life is the promise of Christ. That in our hardest times, in our times of weariness or waiting, in our times when we are acutely aware of our weakness, God is there with us. Sharing our breath, sharing our pain. But also bringing His Light, bringing His strength, bringing His Spirit.

This Christmas may we know the breath of Heaven anew. That God would bring His light to our darkness and would be forever near.

Breath of heaven
Hold me together
Be forever near me
Breath of heaven
Breath of heaven
Lighten my darkness
Pour over me your holiness
For you are holy
Breath of heaven