This week angels are appearing everywhere in the Scripture readings: to Zechariah, to Joseph in a dream and soon to Mary. We are approaching the final days of Advent.
“It is Advent: the time just before the adventure begins, when everybody is leaning forward to hear what will happen even though they already know what will happen and what will not happen, when they listen hard for meaning, their meaning, and begin to hear, only faintly at first, the beating of unseen wings…
- Frederick Buechner, The Magnificent Defeat
In Search of Our Kneeling Places
In
each heart lies a Bethlehem,
an inn where we must ultimately answer
whether there is room or not.
When we are Bethlehem-bound
we experience
our own advent in His.
When
we are Bethlehem-bound
we can no longer look the other way
conveniently
not seeing stars
and not hearing angel voices.
We can no longer excuse
ourselves
by busily tending our sheep or our kingdoms.
This
Advent, let’s go to Bethlehem
and see this thing that the Lord has made
known to us.
In the midst of shopping sprees
let’s ponder in our hearts
the Gift of Gifts.
Through tinsel let’s look for the gold of the Christmas Star.
In the excitement and confusion,
In the excitement and confusion,
in the merry chaos,
let’s listen for the brush of angels’ wings.
This Advent, let’s go to Bethlehem
and find our kneeling places.
“In Search of Our Kneeling Places” by Ann Weems
Who are the angels in your life that lead you on ?
We Are Each Other's Angels..
A beautiful song that seems especially good for now.
David LaMotte
David LaMotte
Lyrics
Well I hope I see you later
Because it's time for me to go
That's my ride that just pulled over
Sure was good to know you
Now go answer your calling
Go and fill somebody's cup
And if you see an angel falling
Won't you stop and help them up
Because we are each other's angels
And we meet when it is time
We keep each other going
And we show each other signs
Sometimes you will stumble
And sometimes you just lie down
And sometimes you will get lonely
With all these people around
You might shiver when the wind blows
And you might get blown away
You might even lose your colour
But don't you ever lose your faith
We are each other's angels
And we meet when it is time
We keep each other going
And we show each other signs
Thank you for the water
I thought I was gonna die out here in the desert
But you quenched my thirst
Let's break a little bread together
I've got a little manna
It was a gift
From somebody who was passing by
And offered me a lift
Now go answer your calling
Go and fill somebody's cup
And if you see an angel falling
Won't you stop and help them up
Because we are each other's angels
And we meet when it is time
We keep each other going
And we show each other signs
Because it's time for me to go
That's my ride that just pulled over
Sure was good to know you
Now go answer your calling
Go and fill somebody's cup
And if you see an angel falling
Won't you stop and help them up
Because we are each other's angels
And we meet when it is time
We keep each other going
And we show each other signs
Sometimes you will stumble
And sometimes you just lie down
And sometimes you will get lonely
With all these people around
You might shiver when the wind blows
And you might get blown away
You might even lose your colour
But don't you ever lose your faith
We are each other's angels
And we meet when it is time
We keep each other going
And we show each other signs
Thank you for the water
I thought I was gonna die out here in the desert
But you quenched my thirst
Let's break a little bread together
I've got a little manna
It was a gift
From somebody who was passing by
And offered me a lift
Now go answer your calling
Go and fill somebody's cup
And if you see an angel falling
Won't you stop and help them up
Because we are each other's angels
And we meet when it is time
We keep each other going
And we show each other signs
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PROCESSION:
AFTER A PHOTOGRAPH BY JOSEF KOUDELKA
It only looks as if the boy
on the bike, in his angel costume,
is pulling the heavy load,
drayhorses and all, that we cannot see.
Like the faces of the domestic beasts,
his face says he is only halfway present.
He has learned to steer with one hand.
And it only looks as if the stolid crone
is watching him for one false move.
In fact, she is looking beyond him,
maybe at some likeness of a saint
the yoked team pulls impassively.
Strapped to his shoulders, his wings
have survived remarkably intact.
AFTER A PHOTOGRAPH BY JOSEF KOUDELKA
It only looks as if the boy
on the bike, in his angel costume,
is pulling the heavy load,
drayhorses and all, that we cannot see.
Like the faces of the domestic beasts,
his face says he is only halfway present.
He has learned to steer with one hand.
And it only looks as if the stolid crone
is watching him for one false move.
In fact, she is looking beyond him,
maybe at some likeness of a saint
the yoked team pulls impassively.
Strapped to his shoulders, his wings
have survived remarkably intact.
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