#AdventWord #Prepare

How? I should spend all of Advent in the woods or in the swamp or maybe even just in my backyard. Or some combination thereof. Why? I know how to prepare for a class or a lecture. I know that when I’m about to lead worship or teach a class or go to sleep, I need and have developed rituals of preparation. But in Advent, “prepare” takes on larger meaning. How might I, and we, prepare for the coming of Divine Love? First, let’s remember that God is–and was–already here. Incarnation is not limited to the birth of Jesus–although that…

#AdventWord #Joy

“This is the true joy in life, being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one. Being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it what I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live. I rejoice in life…

#AdventWord #Refine

Day to day and doing the work and getting to that honest point – that, for me, is always about – and always will be as long as I do this – refining and refining and refining and refining the truth… constantly being as truthful and honest and raw and real as you can be. –Michael Keaton

#Splendor #AdventWord

On a cool January morning in 2015, I headed into the Kisatchie National Forest on ATV trail that leads to a longleaf pine plantation about three-quarters of a mile in. I had parked a few yards behind me, answered a phone call, then started walking, and was still fiddling with my camera, checking the settings as I walked. Suddenly a deer burst out of thick cover to my left and ran across the road in front of me, all rimmed in early morning light. Do you see it? Of course you do. I pray I will have enough time on…

#Safety #AdventWord

I have just learned of a Jewish woman named Etty Hillesum.* She was held for a time at the Nazi transitional concentration camp Westerbork, then ultimately died at Auschwitz. While she was at Westerbork she kept a diary, and the excerpts I have read convey a woman of extraordinary spiritual maturity. She found safety in the arms of Divine Love even as she was fully aware and embraced the reality of her situation, a reality surely among the most precarious and horrific humans have ever experienced. I believe she understood what I have been groping towards for years, namely that…