Song Of The Maji

We live in the universe of inquiry by grace,
never complete or right enough to die in the end,
and never broken or wrong enough to be born again
to the greenwood of first creation. So that,
everything is written and nothing exists
outside of the love we accept, extend, long for or remember;
where nothing is spoken and everything lives
in the death of arrogance of claiming the known.

Advent 2016

Advent begins.

As does the shopping frenzy,
the depressive possibilities of
family disagreements
and loneliness.

And then,
there is the star
on the night’s horizon.
That promising star
rising higher and higher,
begging notice,
guiding hope.

It is darkest before the dawn,
some say;
when it gets dark enough
you can see the stars,
says Charles A. Beard.

And so we go,
heading to the edge of the unknown.


Reader: A reading from James.

Be patient, therefore, beloved, until the coming of the Lord. The farmer waits for the precious crop from the earth, being patient with it until it receives the early and the late rains. You also must be patient. Strengthen your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is near. Beloved, do not grumble against one another, so that you may not be judged. See, the Judge is standing at the doors! As an example of suffering and patience, beloved, take the prophets who spoke in the name of the Lord. James 5:7-10

Wow and Wow.

This is one of the many gifts of saying yes to service. In getting the reading that is assigned to be read this Sunday, I receive the love of being known, met, and encouraged to love more.

I am in awe sometimes; how can the same old words come so alive and new? So personal after all of these years?

The Word is indeed alive and lives in us when we show up. Wake up. And sometimes, when we are just doing what we said we would do – as imperfect, impatient people, and as beloveds.