The Advent Day 13 reflection comes from the writings of Thomas Merton. Waiting always involves uncertainty, a certain not knowing that is scarcely ever comfortable for us as human beings. This reflection is a reminder that honesty about not knowing is it’s own spiritual practice. “My Lord God, I have no idea where I […]
As I contemplate Mary and Joseph this season – wandering far from home on the eve of their child’s birth with no where to stay and no one to welcome them in – I am reminded that our Savior’s first human identity was as a refugee. Our Greenpoint Church Children will soon be acting out […]
I was doing so well with my attempt at Advent preparation, and then this week came and I fell down on the job. I totally forgot to post my reflection yesterday. Sometimes I’m jealous that Mary ended up pregnant because it didn’t require too many attention to details. In lieu of an Advent reflection, how […]
Today’s Advent Reflection is a poem entitled “Advent Prayer” by Henri Nouwen Lord Jesus, master of both the light and the darkness, send your Holy Spirit upon our preparations for Christmas. We who have so much to do seek quiet spaces to hear your voice each day. We who are anxious over many things look […]
Prepare Strange how one word will so hollow you out. But this word has been in the wilderness for months. Years. This word is what remained after everything else was worn away by sand and stone. It is what withstood the glaring of sun by day, the weeping loneliness of the moon at night. Now […]
One of my favorite sweatshirts is from Hope College. This is one of three colleges associated the Reformed Church in America. It’s the college where my parents and my grandparents all met one another. It’s a place that’s just referred to as “Hope” in my family. Over the years, Hope hasn’t been a particularly “hope-filled” […]
Today’s Advent Reflection is a poem is from Madeleine L’Engle “After Annunciation” This is the irrational season when love blooms bright and wild. Had Mary been filled with reason there’d have been no room for the child.
On the domed ceiling God is thinking: I made them my joy, and everything else I created I made to bless them. But see what they do! I know their hearts and arguments: “We’re descended from Cain. Evil is nothing new, so what does it matter now if we shell the infirmary, and the well […]