I have a few more minutes alone, tucked in with blankets, the propane heater, my cup of tea and a candle close by. The kids late to bed after feasting and unwrapping and playing, should buy me some time this morning to write my last post from Kathmandu.
Aside from merry making and prepping for our Christmas Eve celebrations, I’ve been busy packing and purging clothes, books, and shoes (again! sigh). Days have been spent visiting places for one last “____”, saying goodbye to friends and enjoying our Nepali favourites.
I have found myself sliding again into a liminal space; the place where I’m neither here nor there, but somewhere in between. The uncertainty and vagueness of this space doesn’t overwhelm me anymore. It’s become familiar now. I’ve learned to understand that it’s part of transition, however, it is still full of unknowns and somewhat disorientating. So many questions brim under the surface: where am I? where am I going? who am I in this space?
It seems fitting, sitting here on Christmas morning, thinking these thoughts. Jesus’ arrival marked a season for him of existing in a liminal space. Separated from his kingdom, born into a place groaning, “your kingdom come”; fully divine yet fully man; immersed in the now, but also the not yet. He was somewhere in between; living apart from all he had known, yet not yet living in the fullness of what was to come. Did he have moments of asking: where am I? where am I going? who am I in this space? Did he find it vague and disorientating? lonely? confusing?
I take comfort thinking that Jesus can perhaps identify with my ambiguous thoughts and emotions, that mark a season of transition, but I take greater comfort in believing that although he was living in a liminal space, he knew who he was and what he was on earth for. As had been prophesied about hundreds of years before:
The people walking in darkness
have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of deep darkness
a light has dawned.
For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given,
and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Of the greatness of his government and peace
there will be no end.
Isaiah 9:2-7
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. John 1:5
He is the light! So as I hang out again in a liminal space, “betwixt and between”, I will look for the light, cling to light, trust that I will find my way forward with the light as my guide. In this I have hope, I can find joy, I have peace. I am not alone, I needn’t be afraid, I won’t be overcome. There is one who can identify with me, but also who knows the way!
Rejoice, Rejoice, Emmanuel (God with us) has come!
Merry Christmas and great Peace to you and your loved ones from the Meiers!