Keep my eyes on you, O Lord. Looking to the stars. Traveling with strangers and friends. Opening doors for all. Keep my eyes on you, O Lord. Jesus is born! Joy to the World!
If you’re ready or not, Christmas is coming. If you believe or not, Christmas is coming.
I’m tired of waiting. Of wanting peace. Of wishing for justice. Of longing for an end to violence. I’m tired of waiting. Just come, Lord, Jesus. Now. I’m ready.
In this time that seems so dark and hopeless, when the news cycle bombards us, and when personal trials seem overwhelming, I’m cherishing this Advent reading, praying, and waiting. Together.
Each year I look at the Christmas tree and see the memories of Christmas’ past. I remember the songs sung around the tree. I remember the hugs shared. I remember the gifts given.
Whether we’re feeling alone… Or hurt… Or broken… Or angry… Or left out… Come to the table.
A body of people joined to Christ through bread and wine. A body of people hungry and in need of a savior. A body of people yearning for community and connection. A body of people receiving grace and forgiveness.
Guide our ways and point us to the light that never fades. So that a dark, November night can be our healing and our balm.
If Halloween was the only time we hid behind masks that would be one thing. But I believe that all too often we hide behind these unrealistic expectations which we place on ourselves.
I look at these groups of people in different churches and I look at the sewing ladies, and I see hope for the church. I see commitment and dedication – one stitch at a time.