Today we prayed for Cuba, from the front.
We bowed our heads and, sandwiched in between
Christmas and Alzheimer's, brought low our thoughts
to the twenty-first degree. I felt afraid
for the couple next to me as we moved on
to give thanksgiving for the Incarnation:
they know a thing or two about whence babies
come, a thing or two (or three) about
the stable scene. Were they afraid, as well?
It is a joyful fear to think of God
as human: prone to sickness, prone to war.
My church is so anal, they don't even celebrate advent, in fact they frown down upon it. So that's it, call me.
Posted by: jkrue at December 20, 2004 10:13 AMI just tried! Is that number your home one? I'll have to check my address book. I'm sorry about church, by the way. I wonder what church will be like in the UK?
Posted by: bob at December 20, 2004 02:14 PMStodgy.
Posted by: iserman at December 21, 2004 11:51 PMOh yeah? Shoot. I was hoping for "hip," at least for JKrue's sake. Well, maybe he wouldn't like "hip" so much as "thoughtful." Stodgy doesn't sound good.
Posted by: bob at December 23, 2004 10:25 PM