Just posted on Ben Witherington's excellent blog...here in its entirety because it is too pointedly good to edit:
I am almighty tired of all that is tawdry and cheap about Christianity in America. I am tired of the chest thumping assumptions about God being on ‘our side’.I weary of those . . .
As 2007 rapidly draws to a close, the web and other media outlets are abuzz with a flurry of predictions about 2008. From $5/gallon gasoline to the American presidential race to war in the Middle East, it seems everyone has something to say about the year that hasn't even yet begun. Regardless of what you read, however, the predictions . . .
It's snowing?! OK, so it's not really snowing in Houston...but this 'blog snow' is about as close as we'll get here, and it will last about as long!
This deviates from the historic liturgies from which I have drawn my advent prayers this season, but it is one that is dear to my heart because of my vocation and its historical value:
Give us, O God, the vision which can see Your love in the world
in spite of human failure.
Give us the faith to trust Your goodness
. . .
ALMIGHTY God, give us grace that we may cast away the works of darkness, and put upon us the armour of light, now in the time of this mortal life, in which thy Son Jesus Christ came to visit us in great humility; that in the last day, when he shall come again in his glorious majesty to judge both the quick and the dead, we may rise to . . .
I just want to pick up my pen and write,
Not to take notes, doodle, or draw;
Not to write an earth-shattering tome or speech to change the world;
Not to parse verbs, diagram sentences, or translate Greek.
I just want to write...
To feel the weight of the pen in my hand,
To see the ink flow from nib to paper, . . .
This morning on the way to work I was listening to James Taylor at Christmas and was taken aback by the words to a song I have heard countless times but never really listened to. While song lyrics aren't often read as poetry (at least by the masses), these lyrics are indeed poetry in the truest sense:
Some children see . . .