This morning I read about Simeon...
A good man
One who lived in prayerful expectancy
And the Holy Spirit was on him
Simeon took him [Jesus] into his arms and blessed God
So I am sitting here...in the imaginative prayer of St. Ignatius,
feeling the weight of the Christ child in my arms, close and warm.
I am dumbfounded...
no words form...
just that weight and warmth
and the lump in my throat.
I am deeply sunk in the moment
when she pads out
"I was calling you"
and crawls into my lap,
heavy and warm
and I hold on
in silence
as long as I possibly can...
feeling the weight of the Christ child in my arms, close and warm.
I am dumbfounded...
Some Children see Him lily white,
the Baby Jesus born this night.
Some Children see Him lily white,
with tresses soft and fair.
Some Children see Him bronzed and brown,
the Lord of heav’n to earth some down;
Some Children see Him bronzed and brown,
with dark and heavy hair.
Some Children see Him almond eyed,
this Saviour whom we kneel beside,
Some Children see him almond eyed,
with skin of yellow hue.
Some Children see him dark as they,
sweet Mary’s Son to whom we pray;
Some Children see Him dark as they,
and ah! They love Him too!
The Children in each different place
will see the Baby Jesus’ face
Like theirs, but bright with heav’nly grace,
and filled with holy light.
O lay aside each earthly thing,
and with thy heart as offering,
Come worship now the Infant King,
’tis love that’s born tonight!
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
I love these old vintage prints
For some reason I have always loved this - my swedish grandmother... the beauty of winter... the mystery and wondrous possibility of Christmas! |
The goodness of St Nicholas |
If we could but see how the world proclaims His glory! |
child wonder |
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed... that manger was rough! |
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
The great give-away
Let me not wrap,
stack,
box,
bag,
tie,
tag,
bundle,
seal,
keep Christmas.
Christmas kept is liable to mold.
Let me give Christmas away,
unwrapped,
by exuberant armfuls.
Let me share,
dance,
live Christmas unpretentiously,
merrily,
responsibly with overflowing hands,
tireless steps
and sparkling eyes.
(from an old copy of the Upper Room)
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