Learning to Be Quiet
On the strange, silent word, made of flesh. | The Word in the Wild, The First Sunday After Christmas, Year B
“And the Word became flesh and lived among us…”
She was in bed, eyes alert but unmoving, sometimes turning toward me, sometimes away—her gray hair brushed but unkempt by her movement against the pillows. I sat in a chair, metal legs and plastic arms, with a thin cushion that was an afterthought toward comfo…