A wonrous poem

 I want to share a poem by John Shea that a friend sent me.

                        Sharon's Christmas Prayer

        She was faive,

        sure of the facts,

        and repeated them

        with slow solemnity

        convinced every word

was revelation.

        She said,

They were so poor

they only had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches

to eat

and they went a long way from home

without getting lost. The lady rode

a donkey, the man walked and the baby

was inside the lady.

They had to stay in a stable

with an ox and an ass (hee-hee)

but the three Rich Men found them

because a star lighted the roof

Shepherds came and you could

pet the sheep but not feed them.

Then the baby was borned.

And do you know who he was?

    Her quarter eyes inflated

    To silver dollars.

The baby was God.

 

        And she jumped in the air

        whirled round, dove into the sofa

        and buried her head under the cushion

        which is the only proper response

        to the Good News of the Incarnation.

 

 

        

The storm and us...

Our power went out at 4:30 a.m. or so and didn't come back on until  almost 7 p.m.

Luckily, it was warm for December and we had candles and a flashlight.

I finished a book on the front porch as the light dimmed, went to the library, almost went to sleep reading with a flashlight and the electricity came back.

Alleluia!!!

The furnace is bringing us back to warm.

I can use the internet.

The TV is on.

All is once again, right with the world.

(Brigit hates the dark as much as I do. We match on that.)

 

And so it goes...

It's rained some today--but tonight a storm is coming.

A storm all the networks are calling really bad.

It's made it's way up from Florida--which got drenched--and now it's here.

So much rain this year.

And so much in the last few months.

Climate change?

I don't know.

But not a typical Connecticut December.

And so it goes.... 

This Sundays Sermon

ADVENT III

          This is the 3^rd Sunday of Advent. The season of Watchful Waiting.

          Advent is the 4 Sundays before Christmas—except this year. Because Christmas falls on Monday this year, the 4^th Sunday is Christmas Eve.

          Let’s look at today’s readings.

          Isaiah’s passage describes ‘the Lord’s anointed’ in astonishing fashion. Listen:

          “The spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me; he has sent me to bring good news to the oppressed, to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and release to the prisoners; to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor, the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all who mourn in Zion—to give them a garland instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the mantle of praise instead of a faint spirit. They will be called oaks of righteous, the planting of the Lord, to display his glory.”

          If we didn’t know those words were written in the 6^th Century, B.C., we could imagine they were the words of Jesus.

          But Jesus certainly knew those words and drew inspiration from them.

          Today’s Psalm could also be heard as the arrival of the Messiah. Listen, again:

          “When the Lord restored the fortunes of Zion,* then were we like people who dream.* Then was our mouth filled with laughter,* and our tongue with shouts of joy.* Then they said among the nations,* ‘The Lord has done great things for them.”

          But then we get to the Gospel and John the Baptist when priests and Levites came from Jerusalem to ask him, “Who are you?”

          The Jewish authorities are already suspicious of John since he is making such a name for himself. They question his right to be baptizing people in God’s name. Their distrust of him with ultimately lead to his death.

          John tells them firmly that “I am not the Messiah!”

          They ask him if he is Elijah or a prophet and he says ‘no’.

          When they demand to know who he is and he says: “I am the voice of one crying out in the wilderness, ‘Make straight the way of the Lord.’”

          (Those words are a quote from Isaiah!)

          Then he tells them one who they do not know is coming after him and that he is unworthy to untie the thong of his sandal.

          John, like us, is waiting and watching for Jesus—testifying to the light that was coming.

          The folks who publish Forward Day by Day—always available at Trinity--have been sending me Advent words. There’s always a paragraph about the words, but I want to just share the words with you to given you something to ponder this week as we await Jesus.

          “Watch”…”Awake”…”Glory”…”Herald”…Valley…Patience.

          Listen and ponder.    {repeat words}

Come Lord Jesus, come. Amen.

         

         

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The tree is up

We got a long needle pine that almost touches the ceiling in our living room.

It's a concolar pine that smells like oranges. Really....

Bern put the lights (all white) up since I am miserable with tree lights and we'll decorate it for the next few days.

We have 4 large containers or ornaments, so we'll see how many we can hang on it.

I like long needle pines and was glad when Bern picked it out.

It should be beautiful unless it collapses from all the ornaments!

 

A slow week

 I don't have church Sunday. No sermon to write.

I haven't done much this week.

Took out the trash and recycling and brought the empty buckets back.

Bern has been doing Christmas.

We got a tree yesterday. Bern picked out a long-needle pine--which I prefer. I can't remember it's name--a 'something pine'--but Bern tells me it smells like oranges. My spell is mostly gone.

I grow old.

The gifts to our two kid's families have been wrapped and mailed.

I hope we don't decorate the tree until next week.

I like a slow week.

Guns

 There have been so many mass shootings in our country in the past year--most recently at the University of Nevada Los Vegas--that I would be in favor of taking guns away.

I know, I know, that gun owners fear that and rebel against it--but enough is enough.

The US is almost a war zone.

So many shootings in so many places--something must be done.

Our law enforcement groups can't control it.

So let's outlaw guns.

Hunting rifles, OK, but rifles are often used in mass shootings too.

Too much death.

Too many guns.

It's time, beloved.

It's time.