Showing posts with label Lamb of God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lamb of God. Show all posts

Friday, December 26, 2014

Christmas Invitation to Communion



I come to invite you to join us
In Communion.
Our statement of identity says that:
"We are Disciples of Christ
A movement for wholeness
In a fragmented world.
As part of the one body of Christ,
We welcome all to the Lord's Table
As God has welcomed us."
When I think of Christmas,
The baby in the manger,
I am not surprised that we all love this holiday
Despite its commercialization and too often, frantic pace.
We remember that
God came as a baby.
We  can hold a baby.  We could hold God.
I think deep within in each of us
Is the desire to be in control.
God as a baby gives us control
And sets Christmas in a special place.
But Christmas leads us to Easter,
And a Savior who did not conquer by might
But became the Lamb of God,
A living sacrifice,
Out of our control.
When we take the bread and wine,
We follow Jesus' command:
"Do this in remembrance of me."
In Communion,
God is in control.
I feel at peace with myself
When I take the bread and cup
And know that I do God's will.
That now the Christ holds me.
Join us at the Lord's Table.
Let Jesus cradle you.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Advent 2012

Photo by nz willowherb
Advent has arrived
With blustery winds
And driving rain.
Cold pierces the body
And scenes of avarice pierce the soul.
Winter,
The season of
Our savior's birth
And our celebration.

December 25 will come.
That day
Nine months since his conception, 

The same day and month
On which he died.
Now we wait in anticipation,

As the world waited long ago,
 Bethlehem flickers in the distance. 
Come,
Prepare the way for the Lamb of God.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Christmas Eve 2011

Photo by nz willowherb
Christmas Eve has arrived
With blustery winds
And driving rain.
Cold that pierces the body
And scenes of avarice that pierce the soul.
Winter,
Not the season of
Our savior's birth
But of our celebration.
Shepherds were in the hills
With their flocks;
The night breezes were warm
When Jesus was born.
Spring,
His time of birth,
His time of death.
Better to celebrate with joy
And anticipation in winter's chill
Than obscure the Easter message.
Shepherds.
Flocks.
Lambs.

Bethlehem.
The Lamb of God is born.