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xiii advent

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Logos
became
sarx
and
eskēnōsen
among us.
And we
etheasametha
his
doxan –
the doxan
of the
monogeneous
from the
Patros,
full of
charitos
and
alētheias.

Halleluia!

xii advent

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“There’s too much lent in your advent;”
she said,
“too much death in your birth.”

xi advent

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(more or less)

the more i work
the less i earn.
the more i talk
the less i learn.
the more i live
the less i know.
the more i love
the more i grow.

x advent

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Life is more substantial than vision.
Wisdom is exceedingly greater than knowledge.
Those who claim they
see and know,
and who judge others,
create their own hell
(but call it paradise).

ix advent

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Two theologians
met in a bar.
They sat for hours
arguing doctrine,
the nature of God,
free will.
Their volume and fervor
increased dramatically.
Soon they were
yelling at one another.

The Lord sat two stools away
slowly shaking his head,
a smile playing at his lips
as he munched peanuts.
He ordered another beer
and began a conversation
with a sex worker.

viii advent

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brothers
face off
slinging mud —
then rocks.
both sides
claim moral high ground,
proclaim God on their side.

at the end of days,
each defiant chin
awaits consolation
from their Lord.

Great their shame
when he stands weeping before them
bearing the marks
of each hateful stone.

vii advent

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Scattered
(like brittle Autumn leaves
blown to all corners)
they heard the call
and came.

Empty
(as Jacob’s kettle)
the Word
cut them to the core
and they cried as one:
“What must we do?”

And heaven wept with joy
for the broken heart of man
and the goodness of God.

vi advent

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one draws blood with self-inflicted wounds
to pay for
grace.
one stands in defiance, nose-to-nose
to challenge
grace.
one laughs with another raised pint
to drown
grace.
one shrugs, turning up the volume
to ignore
grace.
one glares from the back of pride
to spurn
grace.
one returns from the muddy river
to thank
grace.

v advent

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micah

out of a pinhead
came the universe.
from a newborn
appeared the ancient of days.

searching for a dream
we missed the sunrise.

iv advent

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Live in eternity;
there’s no waiting.


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