Renewal

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You who experienced death and resurrection,

Who dwells in heaven's love,

Praise to the you, the three in one,

Creator, Word and Love.

Let the flowers of heaven

Fill our hearts with lovingkindness

As the flowers of spring

Remind us that the season of renewal

Has begun.

In the soft breeze of spring

Let us discern your love.

In the thunderstorms

Let us sense you power.

In the still nights of renewal

Let us know your will.

With this Earth and Sun

You nurture us.

Forgive our failure to sow your lovingkindness

As we forgive those who sow despair.

Keep us out of the mud of selfishness.

Deliver us from the quagmires of the soul.

For yours is the springtime,

And the glory of life everlasting.

Let the Grayness Be Gone

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Creator of Light and Life,

Praise you above all.

You are love in action.

Let your miracles embrace us

According to your thoughts.

May you illumine this world

As well as heaven.

Let your healing glow

Revive our souls.

Forgive us
For letting in the darkness of uncaring

As we forgive those who block
Our path to the light.

 Winter's grayness reaches out
To wrap us in the cold

And obscure the sunlight.

Just as evil within
Clutches at our souls
And blocks your love.

Part the winter clouds
With the sunlight that emanates
From the furnace that is our sun.

Drive away the evil within
With the radiance of your lovingkindness.

For there is no greater light

Than the light of your Love.

Christmas Day

Christmas Day dawns with anticipation.

What waits under the tree?

There will be turkey and ham,

Sweet potatoes, corn on the cob, 

Green beans and steaming rolls,

And desserts galore.

Family and friends gather

To enjoy the food,

And the company.

Amid the festivities

We shall light the Advent wreath.

And the Christ Candle

To commemorate the true meaning of Christmas.

Over two thousand years ago,

God chose to put as much of himself as he could

Into human form.

To experience his creation from within.

To experience all that it means to be human.

To experience death.

Death.

Only that God could not know,

As Christ he could.

He understands the bitter grief

Of separation caused by death.

The Comforter holds our hand

Through life and death

With the knowledge gained by Jesus.

Thank you,

God,

For stooping so low.

Thank you for the promise

That after death

There is so much more.

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The Christmas Lamb

Christmas Eve has arrived
With blustery winds
And cold that bores to the bone.
Not the season of
Our savior's birth
But the time of our celebration.
Shepherds were in the hills
With their flocks;
The night breezes were warm
When Jesus was born.
Spring,

The time for new life.

The time for lambs

To gambol in the grass.

Christ's time of birth,
Christ's time of death.
Better to celebrate with joy
And anticipation

In winter's chill,
Than obscure the Easter message.
Shepherds.
Flocks.
Lambs.
The Lamb of God is come.

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The Word at Advent

"In the beginning was the Word,

And the is Word was with God,

And the Word was God."

"And the Word was made flesh

And dwelt among us..."

These quotes from the Gospel of John

Speak the message of Advent.

Christ is God in action,

The instrument of creation,

The instrument of salvation.

God shed his majesty to experience

The world

As one of those made in his image.
As human,
He could experience death.

Resurrected,
He could demonstrate everlasting life.

The Christmas Babe:
Fully God and Fully Human.
He comes with promise of
Life Eternal
Embraced in His Love.

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Gifts of the Magi

"Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea

In the days of Herod, the king,

Behold there came wise men from the east..."

The Bible does not count the wise men,

But we do.

Why?

Are we so determine to quantify the world

That we ignore quality?

We look to a person's wealth
To define their standing in the community.
God looks to how a person treats
The least among us.

The wise men brought three gifts:

Gold for virtue and kingship.
Frankincense for prayer and priestship.
Myrrh for suffering and death.

As Christmas comes,

What can we offer God
The author of Creation?
What he most wants:
Love,

Faith,

 Obedience.
My prayer at Advent must be:

Lord, make me a servant in your image,

today, tomorrow and forever.

A Prayer for Advent

Christmas Babe who comes to a manger,

How great is your gift to us:

Everlasting Life.

Glory to you!

Your kingdom endures forever.

Let us seek to become more like you

As we follow your example on Earth

And in Heaven.

As we light the Advent candles

Let us be filled with your Love.

Strengthen our faith

So that we may be an example to others

And lead no one astray.

The world beckons with selfishness and avarice.

Help us respond with compassion and generosity.

Nothing is ours.

All is yours.

A Babe born 
Long ago
And
Far Away

Became a man

Who taught us all
How to live

Forever.

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Advent 2010

"And the angel said unto them,

Fear not; for behold,

I bring you good tidings of great joy,

Which shall be to all people.

For unto you is born this day

In the city of David

A Savior,

Who is Christ the Lord"

Luke's gospel echoes through the ages.

In this season,
Do we hear the physician's words?

I fear not.

Carols fill the halls and malls of commerce

Until we no longer comprehend their meaning.

Today,

I will listen with my heart to Luke,

And know Christ excludes no one from his love

For he came "to all people."
No exclusivity,
No unique faith,
Just the manifestation of God
In a baby. 

Great Joy!

The message of Advent.

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A Christmas Tree for Advent

A
Star
Glistens
At the top of
A tree trimmed
With objects held dear.
A symbol of life everlasting
Erected in remembrance of God.
Festooned not with glitter and glitz
But with hope and the promise 

Of

Love

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Advent from the Gospel of Mark

"And it came to pass, in those days,

That Jesus came from Nazareth of Galilee,

And was baptized by John in the Jordan."

Thus Jesus appears for the first time
In the Gospel of Mark,

The earliest gospel,

The gospel others will build upon.

Dark Mark.

There is no babe in swaddling clothes.
There is no child teaching in the temple.

Mark shows us Jesus

At the start of his ministry,

A man grown.

God speaks:

"Thou art my beloved Son,

In whom I am well pleased."

Jesus knew God's love eternally.

How wonderful to have such love
Proclaimed by God.

At Christmas may we all know God's love

And have that love proclaimed
In our souls.

BEFORE THE FACE OF ALL PEOPLE

"Simeon was devout and righteous,

Waiting for the consolation of Israel..."

Christ promised to return,

But do we believe He will?
His followers believed
Christ would return within their lifetimes.
Every generation needs to share that belief.

Are we devout and righteous
As Simeon was?

Do we look forward to the Second Coming
As Simeon looked for the First?
As Christmas approaches let us

Remember the joy of Simeon

As he held the baby Jesus in his hands.

"For mine eyes have seen thy salvation,

Which thou hast prepared before the face of all people;

A light for revelation to the Gentiles,

And for glory to your people, Israel."

These are the words of Advent:

Christ comes for all.

Advent For Evangelicals

Christmas approaches
With the burden of tradition.

The city is decorated in holiday glitz.

We search for gifts amid the crowds.
Shouldn't we read the prophet's words?

Shouldn't we search for the Bethlehem babe?

Shouldn't we listen for the angel's message?

"Peace on Earth."

An old tradition calls to us from the past.

We, who abandoned the trappings of the Church,

Are called once more to Advent.

Let us remember
That a child born two thousand years ago

Changed the world.

His message is simple and unadorned.

Love God

And Love your neighbor.
Listen for His words.
"I am come."

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Jew, Christian, Muslim

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Three great faiths

All share the God of Abraham.

Two share the blood of Abraham.

All share God's promise to Abraham.

Why do the members of each faith not love

Those of the others?

Some do.

Some understand that they share a common God.

So many do not.

Each wishes to be exclusive.

Each wishes to be the only path

To redemption.

Does God only love us

If born in the proper place

In the proper faith?

Would God so easily condemn his creation?

I think not.

God is love.

Love that wants only what is best for us.

Love that wants us close.

As Augustine said:

"He loves each one of us

As if there was only one of us."

Three faiths.

One God.

One God for all humanity,

Not Just for those of the Three,

Not bound by humanity's limits.
Polytheist.

Monotheist.

Atheist.

All are Hers.

My Grandmother

My grandmother's birthday is today.

She would have been 121.

An Impossibility.

She lived a long, fruitful life,

And died at 86,

She taught me so much

And so little.

She had been on her own at 13.

She saw no reason I could not be, too.

So she kept our home,

Fixed our meals,

But let me choose my path.

God has no grandchildren.

The relationship is born anew

For each person.

Far from faith I walked

Through the halls of knowledge.

My grandmother never called me back.

She, both Presbyterian and Christian Scientist,

Trusted God.

She was dead when I stepped once more

Into a Christian church.

Knowledge of other faiths only guided

My steps back to Christ.

Did she know when I knelt to be ordained a deacon?

I am sure she did.

Summer Prayer

Our Protector, who surrounds us,

Great and holy are you.

May your grace abound.

Let us follow your example

As we live and as we die.

Give us living water

To slack our thirst.

Shield us from the burning sun

As we guide others to the healing shade.

Keep us from seeking treasure in the desert,

But guide our steps into the arbor of your love

Where we are hidden from evil's glare.

Your word can bring the cool of dawn

And once more create an Eden on earth.

God and Oil

Oil boils from the earth into the sea,

Released by the hand of man.

God looks on

But does nothing or so it seems.

God looks on and weeps
For his creation.

So many gifts have been laid

At humankind's feet.

We squander them one by one.

We pollute the land we live on.

We pollute the air we breath.

We pollute the fresh waters.

Now the ocean fills with our mistake.

We cry to God for mercy.

The Almighty reminds us of his promise

Of Infinite Forgiveness.

The Prince of Peace reminds us that

He will be with us always 

Even to the end of the world.

The Comforter reminds us

He came to be with us,

Not to deliver us

From the consequences of our misdeeds.

Salvation there is,

But the scars we cause on others,

On this world,

Are not erased.

Forgive us.

Forgive.

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Water is blue, Vegetation red, and Oil silver.

The Universe in Prayer

Creator of the Universe

Who dwells beyond space and time,

We thank you for our small world

And the magnificence of the heavens.

As we regard the universe beyond our Milky Way,

Let us realize your power stretches to infinity,

And that our obedience is echoed on other worlds.

Sustain us as we strive to understand what you spoke into existence.

Forgive us when we believe we are your only creation

As we forgive those who do not believe in you.

Let us see that we cannot be alone in an infinite existence.

Protect us from our own hubris.

Let us understand how infinitesimal we are

And how much we need your protection.

For you are the same to all

Wherever in this universe they dwell.

Always,

Creator, Word and Love.

Not the Missing Day

Jesus is dead.
That is what his disciples believe.
On this day,
The apostles are absent from the gospels
This missing day.
Their world is ashes.
Their grief is immense.
They fear for their lives.
They hide in the upper room.
Only the women dare to go out.
Jerusalem is strangely quiescent.

Pilate places a guard by the tomb.

This day the body lies undisturbed.
Tomorrow the disciples' world will come alive
But not today.
We must remember that missing day
When sorrow fills us,
When we are afraid,
When we hide from the world.
Those that knew our Savior best
Did not escape their human frailty,
Neither can we.
We know that with the morrow
Came relief and jubilation.
We have the risen Christ
Not the missing day.

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Good Friday

Why is it called Good Friday?

I have heard many answers.

None satisfy.

The man that so many believe to be God

Died on this Friday

Almost two thousand years ago.

Fully God.

Fully human.

So human that he died quickly

After a beating that

Sent his body into collapse.

We recoil in horror

At his death

And think it took so long.

Six hours.

Most crucified took days to die.

Fully God

Who had never known death.

All his creation past had drunk of that cup,

But he had not.

God died that day.

At least as much of God

As could exist in human form.

Laid in a tomb.

All creation waited.

For?

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Three Years

Jerusalem, City of Faiths.

Three great religions

Honor your streets.

After three years of ministry,

Jesus chose to come

To Jerusalem

Where he knew death waited.

Why?

We can only speculate.

To atone?

To experience death?

To fulfill prophecy?

To teach us

What?
We know with certainty
The choice was his.
We know with certainty
He knew what was to come.

When we follow Christ,
We must not turn from
The challenges of life
Nor ignore the death
That always lurks in our future.
His example leads us forward
Through life and beyond.

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