Monday, December 28, 2015
Sunday, December 27, 2015
The Child Has Grown
The child has grown,
The suffering God,
has been taken down from the cross,
The dead has risen,
and the tomb is empty.
The grove is silent,
The temple still.
He is not standing still,
He moves faster than light,
Comprehending the universe,
Hearing a child's prayer.
He bids us to follow.
Thursday, December 24, 2015
We Understand
We want to be home for Christmas,
By the tree drinking wassail and eggnog,
Eating candy canes and fruitcakeLaughing with our family.
We want to be children again,
Waiting for Santa Claus
Immersed in magic again.
And there is magic still,
The kind we'll never outgrow,
Because now we understand,
So much more.
We understand the innkeeper,
Because we've been busy,
And overwhelmed before.
I understand Joseph,
Because I am a father,
And have watched the miracle of birth.
Jean understands Mary,
Because she has been great with child,
to be born of covenant and promise.
We understand the shepherds,
Because we have seen miracles,
And we want to run and see.
We understand the angels,
Because we too want to sing:
"Peace on earth, good will to men."
We understand the magi,
As we seek the King,
Carrying a sacred gift.
Tonight, this Christmas Eve,
We understand,
Loved and loving,
Blessed and blessing.
Merry Christmas.
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Letting Go
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Monday, December 21, 2015
Sunday, December 20, 2015
A Christmas Prayer
Father,
I put down the string of lights
That I hope will work,
To thank thee.
Thou hast already decorated our home
With sun, moon, and stars,
With flowers and leaves.
Thou hast sent birds singing
Simple, wild carols,
A joy to our hearts.
Thou hast provided a feast,
Our daily bread,
And enough to share.
And thous hast given
The greatest gift
Wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Father,
Wilt thou receive my gift,
Humbly wrapped, already broken?
My heart, as taught thy Son,
My Savior, Jesus Christ.
Amen.
I put down the string of lights
That I hope will work,
To thank thee.
Thou hast already decorated our home
With sun, moon, and stars,
With flowers and leaves.
Thou hast sent birds singing
Simple, wild carols,
A joy to our hearts.
Thou hast provided a feast,
Our daily bread,
And enough to share.
And thous hast given
The greatest gift
Wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Father,
Wilt thou receive my gift,
Humbly wrapped, already broken?
My heart, as taught thy Son,
My Savior, Jesus Christ.
Amen.
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