Tag Archives: Nativity

Turn to Wonder

“I have wonderful news:the Hoped-for-One,the Birthing you’ve longed forin the depths of your soul,has come, oh yes, has come!”— Joyce Rupp Really?I can’t see it happening.I long to be birthed into long stretches of unrattled moments,moments of easeand wholenessuntinged with disappointment. Will Your coming calm the sea of my lifefree me from my paralyzing thoughtssatisfy my hunger?This wafer … Continue reading

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Advent 3: Restless

And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.” –Luke 9:58 (NRSVUE) I want to lay my head on the satisfactionof believing that … Continue reading

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What Can I Bring Him?

What can I give Him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb; If I were a wise man, I would do my part; –Christina Rosetti, In the Bleak Mid-Winter Oftentimes it is easier … Continue reading

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The Word Became Flesh

Emmanuel when Jesus came he didn’t sneak in through the back door of poverty selling magic tricks for applause no Jesus came poor entered every day of every life and never left The Word became flesh and blood,     and moved into … Continue reading

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The Word Became Flesh

Emmanuel when Jesus came he didn’t sneak in through the back door of poverty selling magic tricks for applause no Jesus came poor entered every day of every life and never left The Word became flesh and blood,     and moved into … Continue reading

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A Mysterious Place of Meeting

I spent three days on Bowen Island walking, praying, and watching the seagulls.  I noticed that when one or two birds landed on the calm sea others followed. God seemed to be telling me that as I rest in him, others … Continue reading

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