Skip to comments.Poetry - 815 Style [ECUSA]
Posted on 12/05/2005 5:05:33 PM PST by sionnsar
I cannot promise you that no unusual substance was being smoked by the author during the composition of the following 'poem'.
"May our flesh and blood too be made the route of Christs continuing self-gift to our world in words and deeds of ... indignation."
Presiding Bishops Christmas Message
Thursday, December 01, 2005
[Episcopal News Service]
is Gods shocking insistence that flesh and blood like ours
be the medium of Gods Word.
no lofty vision,
no finely wrought dogma,
no sacred tradition can mollify the shock of this truth:
As one of us
The Word comes to dwell among us
and within us,
as a newborn child,
May our flesh and blood too be made the route of Christs continuing self-gift
to our world
in words and deeds of love and truth,
mercy and indignation,
healing and forgiveness.
Let us dare to welcome the Word.
The Most Rev. Frank T. Griswold
Presiding Bishop and Primate
The Episcopal Church, USA
Too cute, my friend, waaaaaay too cute! :)
You should tell that to Uncle Din; uncle do.
(Arrgh! Firefox freezes every 18 seconds -- 100% CPU utilization for no reason I can ascertain. Leads sometimes to odd stuff like the above if one is not careful...)
"Arrgh! Firefox freezes every 18 seconds -- 100% CPU utilization for no reason I can ascertain. Leads sometimes to odd stuff like the above if one is not careful...)"
I've seen the same thing, though not quite every 18 seconds.
But it's getting annoying enough that I may drop Firefox for Opera. At least on Windows. It isn't happening on Linux, but the version of Firefox with Suse 10.0 has other problems.
Do you find the word indignation to be bothersome? Aren't Christians allowed to get angry once in a while and tell someone off when they find something morally reprehensible?
I am not a fan of Griswald, but I like his Christmas card. It seems very Anglican to me in the traditional sense. No Zen Buddhism or Sufism or Yogaism that is so popular among Anglican prelates these days. Just a Christmas message of what it means to be a Son of God and a son of man.
At least the parts we agree with.
man, that's some ugly attempt at poetic expression.
I offer this to get the bad taste out of my eyes:
Christmas Night Meditation
tonight I sit
at the foot of the feedbox Mary laid you in,
having no other bed for you,
her precious son,
treasure beyond compare,
a loving God's gift
to a coldhearted, often indifferent
and aching world,
the most precious thing ever gifted,
and even in your coming,
how small you are
as your mother picks you up
with all the love a mother can offer,
master and king,
creator of all that was created,
held in the loving hands
of part of your creation.
Unbound by space and time
and matter and energy,
you chose to be bound
and born into one frail newborn body,
all for love,
to be made small
so you could lift us up
into that life
beyond our imagining.
Tonight, I sit at the foot of your manger, Lord,
and wonder at the paradox,
of the creator entering the creation,
of the maker of all being fed by his mother,
of how the fabric of space and time
were forever changed
as you came to us
to be God With Us,
one of us,
to heal us,
and call us home.
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