From the Underside of Advent, the Longest Night, sharing prayer,
hymn, meditation and Eucharist with Episcopal friends and neighbors, bringing
strips cloth, upon which we've written our deepest longings for the frail,
vulnerable God who we will welcome soon, laying them upon the empty, waiting
manger. We prepare for Him a place amid the
only gifts we possess this night, or any other, our own sufferings and trials.
They must suffice.
The bread, His body, is broken. The wine, His blood, is
poured. His frailty and suffering, His vulnerability and trials are before us;
they are for ours, if only we bring them. He is with us this long night, real,
risen among us, in the bread and wine, in the Word, in our offering poor gifts,
in the gathering of faithful, hopeful hearts gone now home each their own way
into the cold and deep darkness our way perhaps a little better prepared to
welcome the One who is to come.
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