Tuesday, January 9, 2018

In your heart

If in your heart you make
a manger for his birth,
then God will once again
become a child on earth.

~Angelus Silesius

Monday, January 8, 2018

8 January ~ Epiphany ~ Companions matter

With whom are you traveling?  With whom are you associating?  With whom are you spending your time?  It matters.  Happy are they who have not walked in the counsel of the wicked.  Happy are they who do not walk with those who do nothing but gripe and complain.  Happy are they who do not linger with "energy vampires"(hat-tip to Jon Gordon for that term).  Keep your positive energy, keep your spirits high.  The journey is long, the pilgrimage to see the Lord is also best spent if you allow God to be with you along the way.  Happy are we if we keep counsel with the good, if we plant ourselves by streams of living water, if we allow good fruit to be produced in our lives.  Prosperity and happiness, true prosperity and true happiness will be with us if we stick to the good.

Psalm 1
1Happy are they who have not walked in the counsel of
the wicked, *
nor lingered in the way of sinners,
nor sat in the seats of the scornful!
2Their delight is in the law of the LORD, *
and they meditate on his law day and night.
3They are like trees planted by streams of water,
bearing fruit in due season, with leaves that do not wither; *

everything they do shall prosper.

Sunday, January 7, 2018

7 January ~ Epiphany ~ Follow the light

In the past, men and women of old followed the star to find the baby Jesus.  In this marvelous hymn/poem, we have the wonderful imagery that we are also on a journey, we also are "on camino," on a pilgrimage always to seek and to find God.  Seeking God, following the light and enduring the journey, every step, until we find God in the most surprising of places.  And there, when we have encountered God, we lay down our treasures, whatever they may be - all things come of thee, O Lord, and of thine own have we given thee.  And this giving is in Joy!  the joy of completing a journey, of the pilgrimage to follow the light, and to seek, and ultimately, to find God.

As with gladness, men of old

As with gladness, men of old
Did the guiding star behold
As with joy they hailed its light
Leading onward, beaming bright
So, most glorious Lord, may we
Evermore be led to Thee.
As with joyful steps they sped
To that lowly manger bed
There to bend the knee before
Him Whom Heaven and earth adore;
So may we with willing feet
Ever seek Thy mercy seat.
As they offered gifts most rare
At that manger rude and bare;
So may we with holy joy,
Pure and free from sin's alloy,
All our costliest treasures bring,
Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King.

~William Chatterton Dix

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Epiphany ~ January 6th

The Day of Epiphany ~ January 6th

T.S. Eliot reads "The Journey of the Magi" ~ click HERE

T.S. Eliot's, "The Journey of the Magi"

“A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.”
And the camels galled, sorefooted, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
and running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.

Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kiking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arriving at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you might say) satisfactory.

All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.


In your heart

If in your heart you make a manger for his birth, then God will once again become a child on earth. ~Angelus Silesius