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Monthly Archives: December 2017
But as high risk and heavy investment strategies go, the scheduling of those responsible to throw in their lot with the populace bears some comparison to the Incarnation. Continue reading
As we contemplate the vulnerability of a God who would be born homeless, human, humble, we remember the power of love to change the world. Continue reading
For Mary, Gabriel has opened a portal, a wormhole, an anomaly through which our history, this moment in which the blessed Incarnation is begun, is fused with eternity. Continue reading
And Jesus: little, embryonic, speck of Jesus; what does he see, from such a soft and secret place? What does he know, from such a small beginning? Continue reading
All is nearly ready. There is little more to be done; for some tasks it is too late, for others, already begun, the conveyor belt of Christmas, well-oiled and practiced has taken them off our hands and out of our control. Continue reading
Wordless came the Word of God; not silent, as the night revolved around him snuffling, yawning, suckling, sighing, crying out the love of God, wordless, gazing into the eternity between one body and the next.
the Lord has anointed me to bind up the broken-hearted, to comfort all who mourn Continue reading
“Rejoice always. Pray without ceasing. Give thanks in all circumstances.” 1 Thessalonians 5:16 Continue reading
My God, my God, the traffic is backed up and there is no exit in sight. I am hemmed in all around by hostility; horns sound their derision and air brakes vent their anger. Evil eyes blink yellow and red: … Continue reading