The Central Things

As some of you know I’ve been creating a prayer book—the intention of which is to move the 7 central things of worship out into the rest of the world, stretching Sunday out into the rest of the week.

Imagine a group of people who focus their lives on being community, fostering forgiveness, reflecting on their vocations in light of God’s love for us, rooting themselves in God’s Word, cultivating a thankful heart, sharing Christ’s grace at table, and being people in the world that are salt and light for the sake of the world.

Here are a few brief maxims to reflect on:

To Gather in community requires being self-outside-of-self.

To Confess and Forgive one another requires humility.

To remember our Baptism is to both forget and re-member our other callings.

To engage with the Word is to make relative the world for its own sake.

To give Thanks is to be aware of the source of all that is good.

To Eat together the body of Christ is to become what we are.

To be Sent is to be in the world as it is and as it shall be.

Trinity Sunday 2013--A reflection on Psalm 8:4

A man steps onto a palace balcony, looking down from Jerusalem, through the cool and windy night at the eerily wilderness far off—dust riding on the sky—shimmering.

         He shivers and looks up:

“Oh how can God be God?

         “From the lips of babes, those small gentle things—so small, there God is.

         “But there” he says, pointing up, “there are God’s fingerprints, firmly planted on the moon and the stars.

         “God immanent—God transcendent. God as close as my lungs and as ephemeral as my breath. Filling and eclipsing the world.

         “Such a strange God! Such a Great God are You!

         “What are we humans, that you are mindful of us? What are we children of earth, that you care for us?”

         And—out of the heavens and from the caverns and crevasses of his heart—comes a reply from the Triune God.

         Child of Earth—Speaks God through the moon-illuminated sand,

You are my creation! I knelt down into the mud and formed you. Even if I lost you and found you much later—I’d be filled with joy, because I found my mud-man. I found the product of my toil. I found you, my creation!

         My creation—but more too—you are caretaker of that same earth that I formed you from… responsible for your self and your surroundings.

         I said, “Keep the garden.” Just as I said to Moses, “Keep the Commandments and keep the Sabbath.”

         I said, “Look, you are made in Our Image.”

You are the image that marks this earth as Mine! When you are seen you are my message saying, “The World is God’s.”

         Oh, you have Dominion over your Sisters and Brothers—yes, but I don’t think you know what that word means. You are the princeling—the member of the court taking care of things while the King is away, you are holding this world for me.

         You are also a student of creation. Oh how Wisdom—a daughter draftsperson, a blueprint of the world as it is—teaches you, if you’ll listen.

         Yes, study the world with great diligence and you’ll discover deep delight. It is the height of my joy when you get wisdom and get insight observing and learning from the world you live in. My world—Our world.

         A very human voice of God coming from Jerusalem itself—a Jerusalem yet to be—says, Child of Earth—have you not heard?—you are little lower than gods.

In fact, I will dwell among you! Though you are captive, you have seen a great light—I the only Son of God redeem you that you might have eternal life. Right from this spot I will forgive, teach, die, rise. Because I love you.

         In your very flesh I will come. Yes, you are God-bearers, you human beings.

         Oh, yes, you fellow sufferers.

         Yes, you will find grace in your suffering.

         You will find glory in your hope.

         Because I am there. Because I, God, am there—am here. Through suffering to resurrection—I am the first fruit—that you who suffer still, might endure, might be built up in character, because you have a sure hope in me—this I promise.

         Because you are fruit on the vine just as I am.

         Don’t be silly—you want to brush off the word suffering—because you don’t consider your suffering worthy of the word

         or maybe you think your suffering is beyond my mercy or my understanding.

Look at me right now—your sufferings are my sufferings, my grace and glory is your hope.

         And a third, time—from the cool evening air—a wind and a voice of God—comes calling, saying:

Child of Earth! You have been declared Child of God.

         I am your adoption papers—I am the ink connecting your branch to My family tree. I shout to the highest hills “Christ’s kinship with God, is yours.”

         Yours. Yours. Yours. Yours. Yours.

         You are united to God. Yes! I come down to you just as I came down to Jesus as a dove declaring, “This is my beloved—with him I am well pleased.”

         But I come to you as a tongue of flame as well. Connecting you to God’s whole family—to your plethora of siblings—to the millions upon millions upon millions of women and men who are your sisters and brothers.

Don’t you know human, you have a multitude of members

I unite you to one another, that all may be one.

         I rumble within you—moving you to act like Christians, act like Children of God, act like the community you are as you go forward to find who you are.

         I rumble within you—prayers too light for words and prayers too heavy for humankind to bear.

         After that, silence.

         And the man sits with these words of the Triune God for a time—watching the dust in the moonlight, feeling the full weight of Jerusalem—future echoes—and being kissed by the chilly wind.

         And then says a second time:

         “Such a strange God! Such a Great God are You!”

         What are we humans, that you are mindful of us? What are we children of earth, that you care for us?

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Key Quotes continued

Below is a bit from the Obama speech you don't get when you just read the transcript.

Key quotes in Obama’s Counter Terrorism Speech

The Last Decade

I believe we compromised our basic values – by using torture to interrogate our enemies, and detaining individuals in a way that ran counter to the rule of law.

We unequivocally banned torture, affirmed our commitment to civilian courts, worked to align our policies with the rule of law, and expanded our consultations with Congress.

Lethal yet less capable al Qaeda affiliates. Threats to diplomatic facilities and businesses abroad. Homegrown extremists. This is the future of terrorism.

Drones

Al-Qaida’s thoughts on drones: “we could lose the reserves to the enemy’s air strikes. We cannot fight air strikes with explosives.”

This is a just war – a war waged proportionally, in last resort, and in self-defense.

To say a military tactic is legal, or even effective, is not to say it is wise or moral in every instance.

This last point is critical, because much of the criticism about drone strikes – at home and abroad – understandably centers on reports of civilian casualties. There is a wide gap between U.S. assessments of such casualties, and non-governmental reports. Nevertheless, it is a hard fact that U.S. strikes have resulted in civilian casualties, a risk that exists in all wars. For the families of those civilians, no words or legal construct can justify their loss. For me, and those in my chain of command, these deaths will haunt us as long as we live, just as we are haunted by the civilian casualties that have occurred through conventional fighting in Afghanistan and Iraq.

But as Commander-in-Chief, I must weigh these heartbreaking tragedies against the alternatives. To do nothing in the face of terrorist networks would invite far more civilian casualties – not just in our cities at home and facilities abroad, but also in the very places –like Sana’a and Kabul and Mogadishu – where terrorists seek a foothold. Let us remember that the terrorists we are after target civilians, and the death toll from their acts of terrorism against Muslims dwarfs any estimate of civilian casualties from drone strikes.

It is false to assert that putting boots on the ground is less likely to result in civilian deaths, or to create enemies in the Muslim world. The result would be more U.S. deaths, more Blackhawks down, more confrontations with local populations, and an inevitable mission creep in support of such raids that could easily escalate into new wars.

The very precision of drones strikes, and the necessary secrecy involved in such actions can end up shielding our government from the public scrutiny that a troop deployment invites. It can also lead a President and his team to view drone strikes as a cure-all for terrorism.

Targeting Americans

Let me repeat that – not only did Congress authorize the use of force, it is briefed on every strike that America takes. That includes the one instance when we targeted an American citizen: Anwar Awlaki, the chief of external operations for AQAP.

For the record, I do not believe it would be constitutional for the government to target and kill any U.S. citizen – with a drone, or a shotgun – without due process. Nor should any President deploy armed drones over U.S. soil.

But when a U.S. citizen goes abroad to wage war against America – and is actively plotting to kill U.S. citizens; and when neither the United States, nor our partners are in a position to capture him before he carries out a plot – his citizenship should no more serve as a shield than a sniper shooting down on an innocent crowd should be protected from a swat team.

That’s who Anwar Awlaki was – he was continuously trying to kill people. He helped oversee the 2010 plot to detonate explosive devices on two U.S. bound cargo planes. He was involved in planning to blow up an airliner in 2009. When Farouk Abdulmutallab – the Christmas Day bomber – went to Yemen in 2009, Awlaki hosted him, approved his suicide operation, and helped him tape a martyrdom video to be shown after the attack. His last instructions were to blow up the airplane when it was over American soil. I would have detained and prosecuted Awlaki if we captured him before he carried out a plot. But we couldn’t. And as President, I would have been derelict in my duty had I not authorized the strike that took out Awlaki.

But the high threshold that we have set for taking lethal action applies to all potential terrorist targets, regardless of whether or not they are American citizens. This threshold respects the inherent dignity of every human life.

Diplomacy

So the next element of our strategy involves addressing the underlying grievances and conflicts that feed extremism, from North Africa to South Asia. As we’ve learned this past decade, this is a vast and complex undertaking. We must be humble in our expectation that we can quickly resolve deep rooted problems like poverty and sectarian hatred. Moreover, no two countries are alike, and some will undergo chaotic change before things get better. But our security and values demand that we make the effort.

For what we spent in a month in Iraq at the height of the war, we could be training security forces in Libya, maintaining peace agreements between Israel and its neighbors, feeding the hungry in Yemen, building schools in Pakistan, and creating reservoirs of goodwill that marginalize extremists.

Targeted action against terrorists. Effective partnerships. Diplomatic engagement and assistance. Through such a comprehensive strategy we can significantly reduce the chances of large scale attacks on the homeland and mitigate threats to Americans overseas.

The Home Front

The success of American Muslims, and our determination to guard against any encroachments on their civil liberties, is the ultimate rebuke to those who say we are at war with Islam.

That means that – even after Boston – we do not deport someone or throw someone in prison in the absence of evidence. That means putting careful constraints on the tools the government uses to protect sensitive information, such as the State Secrets doctrine. And that means finally having a strong Privacy and Civil Liberties Board to review those issues where our counter-terrorism efforts and our values may come into tension.

Ending the War on Terror

All these issues remind us that the choices we make about war can impact – in sometimes unintended ways – the openness and freedom on which our way of life depends. And that is why I intend to engage Congress about the existing Authorization to Use Military Force, or AUMF, to determine how we can continue to fight terrorists without keeping America on a perpetual war-time footing.

The AUMF is now nearly twelve years old. The Afghan War is coming to an end. Core al Qaeda is a shell of its former self. Groups like AQAP must be dealt with, but in the years to come, not every collection of thugs that labels themselves al Qaeda will pose a credible threat to the United States. Unless we discipline our thinking and our actions, we may be drawn into more wars we don’t need to fight, or continue to grant Presidents unbound powers more suited for traditional armed conflicts between nation states. So I look forward to engaging Congress and the American people in efforts to refine, and ultimately repeal, the AUMF’s mandate.

Guantanamo Bay

GTMO has become a symbol around the world for an America that flouts the rule of law. Our allies won’t cooperate with us if they think a terrorist will end up at GTMO. During a time of budget cuts, we spend $150 million each year to imprison 166 people –almost $1 million per prisoner. And the Department of Defense estimates that we must spend another $200 million to keep GTMO open at a time when we are cutting investments in education and research here at home.

As President, I have tried to close GTMO. I transferred 67 detainees to other countries before Congress imposed restrictions to effectively prevent us from either transferring detainees to other countries, or imprisoning them in the United States. These restrictions make no sense. After all, under President Bush, some 530 detainees were transferred from GTMO with Congress’s support. When I ran for President the first time, John McCain supported closing GTMO. No person has ever escaped from one of our super-max or military prisons in the United States. Our courts have convicted hundreds of people for terrorism-related offenses, including some who are more dangerous than most GTMO detainees. Given my Administration’s relentless pursuit of al Qaeda’s leadership, there is no justification beyond politics for Congress to prevent us from closing a facility that should never have been opened.

Imagine a future – ten years from now, or twenty years from now – when the United States of America is still holding people who have been charged with no crime on a piece of land that is not a part of our country. Look at the current situation, where we are force-feeding detainees who are holding a hunger strike. Is that who we are? Is that something that our Founders foresaw? Is that the America we want to leave to our children?

Richard Reid, the shoe bomber, is as we speak serving a life sentence in a maximum security prison here, in the United States. In sentencing Reid, Judge William Young told him, “the way we treat you…is the measure of our own liberties.” He went on to point to the American flag that flew in the courtroom – “That flag,” he said, “will fly there long after this is all forgotten. That flag still stands for freedom.”

The future of the church: ELCA 2020

So, the ELCA recently invited 4 leaders in our denomination to do a 20 minute “TED” talk about the future of the church, and to cast a vision for the church 7 years from now. Below are the results:

Leila

Clint

Elise

Edwin

To Do: A barebones list of the pastor’s task as I understand it

I’ve made it through two Easters now, and have had a little time to reflect on my calling as a pastor. Specifically, I’ve taken some time to look at my call papers, my ordination vows, and St. Stephen’s “Mission Plan.”

One of the things I’ve learned is that there is always more to do, and if I’m not careful I’ll try to do all of it. And that would be great, if my time was infinite and my skills and strengths perfect, but they are not.

So, below are the bare bones of what a pastor needs to do, the essentials of our task in ministry, as I understand them at this time.

I’m writing this thinking for folk embarking on first call, but also as a reminder for myself, because recognizing these bullet points and doing them are two different things.

Preach Well—You have to churn out 1,000 words that will come out well orally, are faithful to the Gospel of Jesus Christ, considers the world as it is, and is contextually relevant, each week. To do this well you need to get started early each week—preferably starting the process of reading and contemplating and questioning the text as early as the Saturday night the week before (as in 8 days before you preach the actual sermon). I know, it might seem excessive, but it can shape your week and ensures the sermon—which must be done—will get done, even if multiple emergencies occur throughout the week.

Be awake on Sunday—This means going to bed at a decent time on Saturday night. This means having everything prepared ahead of time. This might sound obvious, but again, if you try to do everything, and your time isn’t infinite, you end up doing really important stuff even at the last minute… then you preach and preside poorly on Sunday. For that matter, Sunday is Game Day; the majority of the issues that will arise in your upcoming week will show themselves on Sunday. If you’re not entirely clearheaded when you initially engage with these issues they will be harder to resolve later in the week, which means you’ll be resolving them late in the week… which means you won’t sleep Sunday… which means you’ll not engage well with the new challenges which arise on Sunday which means… well you get the idea. Also, your church might start to think of you as the-jittery-coffee-pastor.

Teach the faith in multiple venues and ways—Teach the young, teach the old, teach at bars, teach in your office. We are to equip the saints to act faithfully as the body of Christ in the world; there are many different types of people with different needs needing to be equipped. So we teach in a multitude of ways and places for the sake of the multitudes.

Don’t be afraid to widen your flock’s perspective—It is a great temptation to be parochial, after all it makes you more relatable, and that’s necessary in this job too. But part of being faithful Christians is interacting with the whole world.

Be kind to your flock, forgive much—In a wide variety of ways you’ll be hurt by your folk. Modeling graciousness in the face of such hurts, pointing out bad behavior, but also forgiving much, is part of your calling as a leader in the church. This may be the hardest part of being a pastor.

Be genuinely interested in them—Especially as an introvert it is easy to keep things professional and surface level—in fact Seminary boundaries workshops, while very valuable and necessary, can foster aloofness. But knowing and caring for your people makes you relatable in a way becoming parochial does not.

Even be interested in the absent ones—Again, home visits, especially to people you know only because you pray their names when you pray through the church directory (cold calls), can be emotionally taxing for introverts, but it's necessary. It is more personable than a phone call and lets people know the church cares for them more fully than a parishioner visit (though that should be happening as well). I know pastors who, if they don’t make 27 home visits a week, ask God to forgive them for their misanthropy—this seems excessive, but is probably closer to what you should strive for than you’d want to do without such a goal.

Celebrate with them—A fair bit of what you do is jump into people’s lives when an emergency happens, when the worst is upon them. Don’t forget to be with them in the good times too. It might feel like your time could be better spent, but celebration is part of being community together too.

Be interested and involved in the wider church—Again there is a temptation to be parochial, it scores you points at home, but your ordination is to the church at large. There is a whole big world of interesting fellow workers out there who can help you with ministry and who you can partner with. For that matter, the simple fact is the wider church needs us too.

Remember you are a person of faith—You got into this gig because you love God and love your neighbor, or at least yearn to do both. You were whisked away by powerful story, with an order of service, which orders your life. Don’t lose that. Continue to read scripture outside of sermon prep. Attend worship services in which you aren’t presiding. Not only will this feed your soul, but it will also give you insights into the experience parishioners are having in worship. For example, it can be tough to make it to Saturday Night services at the church in Edison… it can be tough for your folk to make it to Sunday Morning too.

Prodigal Son/Stingy Brother/Deeply Loving Father—A Homily in three parts

YOUNGER SON

I left, what can I say? I was inspired—by scripture even.

Being the younger brother I always liked those stories in Genesis—Jacob besting his older brother Esau, Isaac getting the promise instead of Ishmael—they both got the drop on their older brother—and God willed it!

But just because God acts a certain way for Jacob doesn’t mean he did for me…

It was foolish—to leave.

I had it all, and lost it all…

Do you know what it’s like to lose it all?

What its like to wallow with pigs?

To hunger in a famine?

To hunger so badly…

To be so bad—the bad son—and to be so low that when  you imagine going home to your father and saying “I’m sorry” and you can’t tell if you are scheming or repenting!

When you get as low as I got you really can’t tell…

I had no choice, I had to leave the new home I’d made off in that foreign land—to return to my old home, not as a hero, but as a villain, or at least a failure.

Yet, there was dad.

Running to me—his Yallabi flapping like an embarrassed bird caught in a trap—as he ran to me.

He hugged me, and kissed me

I tried to give him my line—my speech—my apology

But his embrace swatted away my canned speech like it was nothing

There was such a largeness to dad.

Ring, sandals, a feast.

I didn’t come back—I was found.

OLDER SON

My brother left us.

He sold off a chunk of the field—a chunk of our family name—our family birthright—the old homestead

Sold.

Sold so he could leave us.

You wouldn’t believe how the people talked.

And not just about him.

They wondered what dad did wrong—

and if I was in on it—getting the other half of the land…

they even wondered if I wanted dad dead.

His absence—my brother’s absence—was as trying as his presence. Dad was stuck with a hang-dog look, staring to the East, to see if he would come back.

And he did come back—that’s the thing.

I worked and worked—I was…I am…the good son.

I was—I am—the responsible one.

I managed Dad’s land—at least the land that my little brother didn’t sell.

Being the good one is hard work—it takes so much out of you—caring for dad, even when it feels like he doesn’t care for you.

But that’s what I did, I worked and worked and worked some more—because I’m the good son who picks up the slack. I did what needed to be done.

And then, in the midst of the work I heard merriment and play. I heard a party.

I thought, naively, that maybe dad was pleased with me. Maybe he wanted to show me how much he loved me.

I should have known better.

It was him—that sinner.

I sulked.

I yelled.

I let it all out—how much it hurt to be the good son.

And after I was done, dad reminded me that the work I did for him, I did for myself—tending the field and the flock I inherited.

He reminded me that my brother had been dead, but was now alive again.

FATHER:

You love ‘em from the moment they come out of the womb, don’t you? Even when they’re bad.

It was a kick in the gut though—when he came to me—asked me to sell off the land that would be his.

It didn’t just leave the family farm diminished—it left me diminished too—I became smaller—there was a hole in my heart.

Especially once he left.

He went off to a new country—to become a new person—part of a new family… I guess that was what he was looking for. Becoming a new person—

denying being my son.

And I worried about him.

Worried day and night.

Until he came home—it’s still his home—it really is,

even though he left.

And he came, starting up with this speech—it might have been insincere, or maybe he meant it… either way I didn’t care.

I just wanted to celebrate his return.

So we did.

And then, my other son—my “good son” was sore, grumpy, just plain angry!

He felt like I’d mistreated him by being gracious to his brother.

What could I say to him? How could I explain it to him?

How do you let them know how much you love them?

How much you love them both—different kinds of love yes—different types for different sons.

Continuous steady love for the continuously steady son

Wild improbable love for my wild improbable son.

But love for both of them.

He didn’t see it that way—he felt slighted—but couldn’t he see? All that remains of the inheritance is his—think of his poor younger brother’s future!

And think about his return.

And think how amazing it is, that his brother who had been dead, was now alive!

"Luke Chapter 1:81-101, The Angel of the Lord and a Publicist walk into a Diner.”

         As some of you know, previous to seminary I spent my time studying intertestamental retellings of Biblical stories.

         Well—an interesting one arrived in the church mail-box a few days ago—sealed with an Ox faced stamp from a man named Theophilus—yes the same man to whom the Gospel of Luke was dedicated to—the words were scrawling in Greek letters so illegible that could only be from a physician—a physician such as St. Luke.

         What I bring before you was titled Luke, chapter 1, verses 81-101, twenty verses not found in any canonical scripture, but which would fit between the 80^th verse of Luke chapter 1 and the first verse of Luke chapter 2. In other words, if it had made it into canonical scripture it would have been read right before the lesson I just read here tonight.

         If the translation sounds more Halversonian than Lukean—do not judge the author harshly, but instead judge me, the translator.

         I bring before you a section of scripture titled “The Angel of the Lord and a Publicist walked into a Diner.”

Let us pray:

The Holy Gospel according to Luke, the first chapter. Glory to you, O Lord.

         At that time an Angel of the Lord looked for a publicist in the phone book, and called one Chase Thompson, esquire.

         And low, they met for coffee and pie at a diner, Mr. Thompson arrived late—and verily his outfit was pretentious.

         “What are you selling?” he asked the angel.

         And the angel said, “The Savior of the World—the One who is called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” (This was said to fulfill the words of the Prophet Isaiah).

         Mr. Thompson stifled a chuckle, thinking to himself, “is this guy for real?”

         And truly, he was for real.

         But aloud the Publicist said, “Sounds like an easy enough roll out—a little event at a library or something—balloons and punch—maybe an ad in the Observer or the Courier News.”

         With that the angel produced from under the table a brief case filled with 100-dollar bills.

         Mr. Thompson’s eyes became very large and lit up with much greed.

         “Mr. Thompson,” said the angel, “what would the greatest roll-out in the history of the world look like? How would humanity expect the Savior to appear?”

         “Well—first off, make sure he’s born to a nice family—no scandal—no skeletons in the closet, nothing that his enemies could use to hurt him.”

         The Publicist paused.

         “He’ll be the child of an emperor right? Or a king, prime minister or president. Born somewhere with easy access to the outside world—A capital—DC, maybe London, Jerusalem, Paris… you know, somewhere where the paparazzi and the media can find him— I can get him a Twitter account and a hash tag even before he’s born!”

         The angel summarized—writing something in his little mole-skin notebook. “So he should be in a capital city born of an Emperor?”

         “Yes. And you’ll need someone to discover him… don’t get me wrong—I will charge a finder’s fee—but someone prominent to discover him—Ashton Kutcher maybe… or Dianne Sawyer—the old people like Dianne Sawyer…

         wait, you’re an angel—you could bring Cronkite back…you could have George Washington, Honest Abe, and Walter Cronkite all at once discovering this kid!”

         Then, like he was swatting at flies, he pushed those thoughts away, saying, “I’m not a details person—the point is, bring in someone respectable and above reproach—some Pharisees, a Bishop, and a couple of good lawyers—everyone will be eating out of your hands.”

         “Your saying he needs to be discovered by reputable people.”

         “Yeah,” the Publicist affirmed.

         And then their bread pudding came, and Mr. Thompson leaned in, whispering,

         “The big thing is security, but don’t worry—I know a guy.

         we can keep your Savior under glass—untouched—invincible.”

         “You are suggesting a messiah should be under lock and key?”

         “Yeah, you know, keep him away from the riff-raff and make sure no unstable or sick person messes up the good thing he’ll have going.”

         “In Summary, Mr. Thompson, your recommendations for rolling out the Savior of the World—publicizing the birth of the Messiah, are:

1.   to make sure he’s born in the center of an empire to scandal free and influential parents,

2.   that the first people to ‘discover’ him have reputations beyond reproach, and, finally,

3.    that he’s kept from any possible danger—including interacting with those who need him, so that he can have rest at the expense of those who are weary and loaded down with heavy burdens?”

         “Yeah,” Mr. Thompson affirmed, eyeing again the suitcase filled with money.

         “We’ll take your recommendations under consideration,” responded the Angel of the Lord.

         And with that he, and the suitcase filled with money, were gone—Mr. Thompson—after much argument and haranguing—was forced to pay for his meal

He did not tip well.

The Gospel of the Lord. Praise to you, O Christ.

         Reading these lost words from Luke—knowing the tradition from Matthew that Joseph was going to divorce Mary quietly to avoid a scandal

         Reading these lost words from Luke—knowing Bethlehem was at best a backwater of the Roman Empire and that a cattle trough is hardly the Ritz.

         Knowing a carpenter and young lady were not influential.

         Knowing that the shepherds who proclaimed Jesus as savior to Mary, Joseph, and whoever else were listening,

these shepherds were considered by some to be in the same category as tax collectors and prostitutes—the type of people whose testimony was considered inadmissible in the court of law and whose presence was unwelcome in respectable towns.

         Knowing Jesus Christ—the Savior whose birth we celebrate tonight—was born as a vulnerable baby and lived his life for those in need and gave his life our life to save.

         Knowing all of this—trusting it to be true, let us sing of mangers and hay

open starry nights and lowing cattle,

 the nearness of Lord Jesus to us—his blessing to children and his tender care.

         Let us sing “Away in a Manger.”

A Poem for Advent

Advent

Wait for the Lord

         Whose Day is Near

Children’s Pageants

Children’s Presents

Parking and stuff

Parties and stuff

Stuffing wrapping stuffing wrapping

Stuffing wrapping stuffing wrapping

Wait for the Lord

         Whose Day is Near

Time off—Question Mark

Time off—Period

Time off—Exclamation point

Time off—Worried face

Travel Travel, Travel Travel

Travel, Travel Travel Travel

Wait for the Lord

         Whose Day is Near

What to buy her

How to woo her

Meet the Boss

Meet the Family

Eat, small talk, Eat Eat

Eat, small talk, Eat Eat

Wait for the Lord

         Whose Day is Near

Wait for the Lord

         Be strong, take heart

Weekly Simul: I'm looking at you Colorado and Washington