When the song of the angels is stilled,
when the star in the sky is gone,
when the neighbouring babes have been killed,
& the soldiers and Magi are home,
when the shepherds are back with their flock,
and the bureaucrats' census played out
and the seizers for power are clocked,
the reason for Christmas weighs in:
responding in offering to God:
to find those lost, because of sheep choosing to not follow their shepherd, folk choosing to not follow their God, to grow up like Creative Love (& instead, choosing to follow an animal with a reptilian predator mindset)
to heal the broken because of people's insane competition with God,
to feed the hungry along with the God, whose gift of all food is simply divine love made edible,
to release the prisoner, empowered by the mercy of God,
to rebuild the nations in the style of, and for the purposes of, the God of all cultures, and peoples,
to bring thriving shalom-peace among others by reason of the God's, and their own, blessing,
to make music and song in the heart, to the God who is both Creator & Love.
…
- Paul Walker (following AFTER Howard Thurman, Edward Shilllito, and Unknown Authors)
When the song of the angels is stilled,
when the star in the sky is gone,
when the kings and princes are home,
when the shepherds are back with
their flock,
the work of Christmas begins:
to find the lost,
to heal the broken,
to feed the hungry,
to release the prisoner,
to rebuild the nations,
to bring peace among others,
to make music in the heart.
JESUS OF THE SCARS
If we have never sought, we seek Thee now;
Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars;
We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow,
We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars.
The heavens frighten us; they are too calm;
In all the universe we have no place.
Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm?
Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars, we claim Thy grace.
If, when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near,
Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine;
We know today what wounds are, have no fear,
Show us Thy Scars, we know the countersign.
The other gods were strong; but Thou wast weak;
They rode, but Thou didst stumble to a throne;
But to our wounds only God’s wounds can speak,
And not a god has wounds, but Thou alone.
- Edward Shillito
"All the food of this world is divine love made edible."
Genesis ch 1-4
- Unknown (to me) Author(s)
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