hanging out listening to T.S.O.
and this song comes on:
in a stable
in a manger
in the cold winter's air
in the arms of his mother
a child's lying there
in a city
in a village
though the years have gone by
the child still remains
with the dream still close by
and each year on this night teh Child
reawakens
and each year on this night that hope rebegins
that the dream he has offered might one day
be taken
for the sake of our brother
for the child who's forgotten
for the dream that is still lying there
o' come all ye faithful
joyful and triumphant
o' come ye, o' come ye,
to bethlehem
come and adore him
born the king of angels
o' come let us adore him
o' come let us adore him
o' come let us adore him
Christ the Lord
in a stable
in a manger
in the cold winter's air
in the arms of his mother a child lying there
just thought i'd share that...
because once again the "normal people" know what it's about
while the church fumbles and bumbles and stumbles
and says "it's all about me."
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
meanderings
In the midst of the craziness and chaos you still found a way in.
Right when I least expected it, you snuck in and squeezed my heart.
I half expected it would happen by candlelight,
(but I should know by now to expect the unexpected)
and my voice hitched
and my heart swelled
and you were there
to hold me up.
Funny how it happens like that.
Guess Mom and Dad were right:
"Don't worry," they said, "You'll know."
(Love and Baptism)
And I guess I should look both ways before crossing the street, too.
Because I was looking down the road to "Silent Night" and prepared for the beautiful pain of that moment,
but somehow you snuck in on the word "glory."
I thought I was going to be too busy to see you this year--
thought you might have missed me since we got the new house
(and, no Santa, I don't mean you...)
But Refugee of the refugees you sought me out
and slowed down my pace just enough
to help me see the homeless child
The Pilgrim of pilgrims
and once again
it broke
and the springs of living water flow.
Right when I least expected it, you snuck in and squeezed my heart.
I half expected it would happen by candlelight,
(but I should know by now to expect the unexpected)
and my voice hitched
and my heart swelled
and you were there
to hold me up.
Funny how it happens like that.
Guess Mom and Dad were right:
"Don't worry," they said, "You'll know."
(Love and Baptism)
And I guess I should look both ways before crossing the street, too.
Because I was looking down the road to "Silent Night" and prepared for the beautiful pain of that moment,
but somehow you snuck in on the word "glory."
I thought I was going to be too busy to see you this year--
thought you might have missed me since we got the new house
(and, no Santa, I don't mean you...)
But Refugee of the refugees you sought me out
and slowed down my pace just enough
to help me see the homeless child
The Pilgrim of pilgrims
and once again
it broke
and the springs of living water flow.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
God meets Scandal meets God?
so I've been thinking about this whole incarnation thing.
I've been thinking about what it means for God to enter this world through an unwed mother--and what it means for God to tell the fiance of said unwed mother not to "divorce" her even in secret.
I've been thinking about what it means for God to be born in a barn. Not in the fancy inn--hyatt regency. Not even in the not so fancy inn--motel 6. But in a barn. God was born to an unmarried couple in the middle of animals who were nestled down for the night. Surrounded by the smells of defication and urination, God was born.
I've been thinking about what it means that the first worshippers of this infant were the shepherds that no one trusted or liked. The first worshippers smelled like the sheep they kept watch over and they probably weren't great conversationalists either.
If this is where God broke into our existence--if these are the first moments the God-Child knew--how does the contemporary incarnation of God (the Church) wrap itself in elegance and safe locations? Shouldn't the Body of Christ be in the places that stink? Shouldn't the body of Christ be worshipping with people who smell and aren't all that great at the art conversation?
I'm not going to try giving an answer...you might not agree with it anyway...but if the church exists for the sake of transforming the world we ought to step into the places that need transformation. We ought to step into the places the world doesn't want to deal with--we should be in the places that aren't worth anything to the corporate empires of America. (even though those places are ripe mission fields to be sure!)
The fancy inn didn't have room for God--neither did the not so fancy inn. God was born in a barn. God met the stink of our lives with his--and since I'm speaking of Jesus I can use the word "his"--first breath, but only because we didn't make room for him in the nicer places.
Maybe the church should go to the abandoned places not to be transforming, but so that we might be transformed. Not to tell "those people" to repent, but so that we might see how much we need repentance ourselves.
I've been thinking about what it means for God to enter this world through an unwed mother--and what it means for God to tell the fiance of said unwed mother not to "divorce" her even in secret.
I've been thinking about what it means for God to be born in a barn. Not in the fancy inn--hyatt regency. Not even in the not so fancy inn--motel 6. But in a barn. God was born to an unmarried couple in the middle of animals who were nestled down for the night. Surrounded by the smells of defication and urination, God was born.
I've been thinking about what it means that the first worshippers of this infant were the shepherds that no one trusted or liked. The first worshippers smelled like the sheep they kept watch over and they probably weren't great conversationalists either.
If this is where God broke into our existence--if these are the first moments the God-Child knew--how does the contemporary incarnation of God (the Church) wrap itself in elegance and safe locations? Shouldn't the Body of Christ be in the places that stink? Shouldn't the body of Christ be worshipping with people who smell and aren't all that great at the art conversation?
I'm not going to try giving an answer...you might not agree with it anyway...but if the church exists for the sake of transforming the world we ought to step into the places that need transformation. We ought to step into the places the world doesn't want to deal with--we should be in the places that aren't worth anything to the corporate empires of America. (even though those places are ripe mission fields to be sure!)
The fancy inn didn't have room for God--neither did the not so fancy inn. God was born in a barn. God met the stink of our lives with his--and since I'm speaking of Jesus I can use the word "his"--first breath, but only because we didn't make room for him in the nicer places.
Maybe the church should go to the abandoned places not to be transforming, but so that we might be transformed. Not to tell "those people" to repent, but so that we might see how much we need repentance ourselves.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
snow day?
Five or so years ago, I wanted seasons again. Five or so years ago, I missed snow and I wanted to make sure my children would know seasons. Five or so years ago, I remembered snow through the same romantic, soft focus lens that the cameras use on Good Morning America (the one that makes my eyes water when I look at Dianne Sawyer).
I think in my mind every snow fall was going to look like this
or this
:
But the reality of snow looks more like this:
The kids woke up with magic in their eyes because it went from nothing to three inches in one night--which for them is a miracle--and I'm glad that they are excited....
But all I can think of is shoveling the driveway...oh would somebody please get the soft-focus lens?
I think in my mind every snow fall was going to look like this
or this
:
But the reality of snow looks more like this:
The kids woke up with magic in their eyes because it went from nothing to three inches in one night--which for them is a miracle--and I'm glad that they are excited....
But all I can think of is shoveling the driveway...oh would somebody please get the soft-focus lens?
Monday, December 3, 2007
Thing that make you go...WAUGH!
I forgot my password and I couldn't get it to reset--but today it finally agreed to reset.
So...
I haven't been able to update in ages and ages and ages and ages...
If you want to see everything that's been going on check out the following link: http://www.myspace.com/dansporch and you'll be able to catch up on the nomadic world of the prodigal pilgrim.
We are hopefully moving this week; the house stinks of varnish and fresh paint and is off-gassing like I do after a big bean dinner (if you didn't want to know that, I apologize)...but we should be moving in this weekend. I hope our phone gets hooked up soon, even though no one will be there to answer it.
Okay, I'm back and this is random nonsense so if you want more stuff to read check out the above link.
So...
I haven't been able to update in ages and ages and ages and ages...
If you want to see everything that's been going on check out the following link: http://www.myspace.com/dansporch and you'll be able to catch up on the nomadic world of the prodigal pilgrim.
We are hopefully moving this week; the house stinks of varnish and fresh paint and is off-gassing like I do after a big bean dinner (if you didn't want to know that, I apologize)...but we should be moving in this weekend. I hope our phone gets hooked up soon, even though no one will be there to answer it.
Okay, I'm back and this is random nonsense so if you want more stuff to read check out the above link.
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