Into December and the season of Advent.
Here’s the wisdom.
3:1 In the fifteenth year of the reign of Emperor Tiberius, when Pontius Pilate was governor of Judea, and Herod was ruler of Galilee, and his brother Philip ruler of the region of Ituraea and Trachonitis, and Lysanias ruler of Abilene,
3:2 during the high priesthood of Annas and Caiaphas, the word of God came to John son of Zechariah in the wilderness.
3:3 He went into all the region around the Jordan, proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins,
3:4 as it is written in the book of the words of the prophet Isaiah, “The voice of one crying out in the wilderness: ‘Prepare the way of the Lord, make his paths straight.
3:5 Every valley shall be filled, and every mountain and hill shall be made low, and the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough ways made smooth;
3:6 and all flesh shall see the salvation of God.'”
Into this world, this demented inn, in which there is absolutely no room for him at all, Christ has come uninvited. But because he cannot be at home in it – because he is out of place in it, and yet must be in it – his place is with those others who do not belong, who are rejected because they are regarded as weak; and with those who are discredited, who are denied the status of persons, and are tortured, exterminated. With those for whom there is no room, Christ is present in this world. He is mysteriously present in those for whom there seems to be nothing but the world at its worst.
Source: Watch for the Light
Nourishment comes when [we] become aware of the current of life which flows through the community. These are times of grace and gift when the community lives the joy of being together in celebration, feasting and prayer…. But it doesn’t last. Some of [us] can’t bear to feel too relaxed and happy; rejection has left [us] with too much anger. Sometimes we have to wait for a long time for everyone to be able to join fully in a celebration.
Source: Community and Growth
When the mariner, sailing over tropic seas,
looks for relief from his weary watch, he turns
his eyes toward the southern cross, burning
luridly above the tempest-vexed ocean. As the
midnight approaches, the southern cross
begins to bend; the whirling worlds change
their places, and with starry finger-points the
Almighty marks the passage of time upon the
dial of the universe, and though no bell may
beat the glad tidings, the lookout knows that
the midnight is passing and that relief and rest
are close at hand. Let the people everywhere
take heart of hope, for the cross is bending, the
midnight is passing, and joy cometh with the
Source: Statement to the court upon being convicted of violating the Sedition Act, September 18, 1918