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    wise and weary ones

    by  • January 8, 2015 • epiphany, hope, Uncategorized • 2 Comments

    photo by Leonard Beeghley
http://leonardbeeghley.zenfolio.com

    Christmas was gone before they got to the manger, camels and servants grumbling. “We saw his star in the east,” they said. Mary wondered why a sign from God didn’t get them there on time for the birth. “You missed the angel choir,” she replied. They knelt before the babe, offering gifts and hopeful...

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    christmastide: this day after

    by  • December 26, 2014 • incarnation • 3 Comments

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    My friends, Burt and Julie, are celebrating the wedding of their son tomorrow. Several years ago, I wrote this poem remembering the birth of their daughter. Today seems a good day to look at it again. this day after Some time after seminary my best friend, Burt, got married; then a few more years...

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    advent journal: an old story

    by  • December 24, 2014 • Uncategorized • 4 Comments

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    This story is not new, but then neither are the feelings it names. Thanks for making the journey with me this Advent. A Faraway Christmas by Milton Brasher-Cunningham A Faraway Christmas As we gather together on this Silent Night, To sing ‘round the tree in the soft candlelight, From a Faraway Christmas, from time...

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    advent journal: listen . . .

    by  • December 22, 2014 • advent journal, america • 0 Comments

    sign-listen

    Today was dark and cold here in Durham. I drove to work in the dark early this morning and drove home in the dark this afternoon. In between I heard snippets of stories that passed for news that were mostly people yelling. Listening does not often get reported as being significant. Yelling makes for...

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    advent journal: percussion

    by  • December 21, 2014 • advent journal, love, poetry • 2 Comments

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    love is the drum that beats in our bones even in our broken melodies of grief our symphonies of sorrow and sadness relentless resonance in the late night club of all that could have been the hope of the high hat the syncopation of surprise the gentle jazz of joy put your hands together...

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