Dec 23, 2021
the coming of this light
there is born in us once again the power of that night!
are made able to resist our usual ways of
about ourselves and our world!
We find ourselves at the manger.
this night’s holiness, we know
Love, Hope, Joy, Peace!
the Wise Ones, we cannot…
we will not return...
Dec 16, 2021
Is it all sewn up -- my life? Is it at this point so predictable, so orderly, so neat, so arranged, so right, that I don't have time or space for listening for the rustle of angel's wings or running to stables to see a baby? Could this be what He meant when He said, ‘Listen, those who have ears to hear... Look, those...
Dec 9, 2021
Some of us…I…walk into Advent tethered to my unresolved yesterdays…the pain still stabbing, the hurt still throbbing. It’s not that I don’t know better; it’s just that I can’t stand up anymore by myself. On the way to Bethlehem, who will give me a hand? …make room for me? …see I have had quite...
Dec 8, 2021
In my heart lies a Bethlehem, an inn where I must ultimately answer whether there is room or not. When I am Bethlehem-bound I experience my own advent in His. When I am Bethlehem-bound I can no longer look the other way conveniently not seeing stars, not hearing angels’ voices. I can no longer excuse myself by busily...
Dec 2, 2021
Holy One, too often my answer to the darkness is not running toward Bethlehem, but running away. I should know by now that I can't see where I'm going in the dark, shouldn't I?
Running away is rampant...separation is stylish.
Run and tranquilize, don't talk about it, avoid.
Run away and join all those who have...