Merry Christmas!

 

“Advent creates people, new People.”
Dietrich Bonhoeffer

 

Bonheoffer’s Christmas letter from the Tegel prison to his parents Karl and Paula Bonhoeffer on December 17, 1943.

Viewed from a Christian perspective, Christmas in a prison cell can, of course, hardly be considered particularly problematic. Most likely many of those here in this building will celebrate a more meaningful and authentic Christmas than in places where it is celebrated in name only.

That misery, sorrow, poverty, loneliness, helplessness, and guilt mean something quite different in the eyes of God than according to human judgment; that God turns toward the very places from which humans turn away; that Christ was born in a stable because there was no room for him in the inn — a prisoner grasps this better than others, and for him this is truly good news.

And to the extent he believes it, he knows that he has been placed within the Christian community that goes beyond the scope of all spatial and temporal limits, and the prison walls lose their significance. . . .

With great gratitude and love,

 

Pastor-chino-encarcedlado-pide-a-su-esposa-confiar-en-Dios….

 



 

maggie, and millie and molly and may

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e. e. cummings, 1894 – 1962

Atlantic sunrise
             
maggie and milly and molly and may 
went down to the beach(to play one day)
Sunrise on The Atlantic
and maggie discovered a shell that sang 
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing 
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone 
as small as a world and as large as alone.
Eb Tide

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) 
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
Full Moon over Atlantic

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Summer Time!

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Linda Woods

 

Bernard F. Asuncion

As You Ride A Bicycle

G-ray clouds don’t gather,
H-aze and fog fade away;
E-arly Sunday morning
N-ever evades the new day.
A-s February nineteenth break,
Z-enith awaits the beacon;
U-nderneath the blue sky,
E-vening chill is gone.
L-et the weather today remain fine and well;
A-im to reach your goal, as you ride a bicycle.

Ghosttown Trail

 

 

 

 

 

Marilyn, Beth and I rode Ghosttown Trail yesterday.  A beautiful, sunny day and good friends. Summer is here! 

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“Jesus of the Scars” by Edward Shillito

Edward Shillito was a Free Church pastor in England during WWI.  The fractured lives that war produced, the questions of tragedy, anguish, pain that Job and C.S. Lewis  tackled, are addressed here. Our God comes to us where and as we are — broken.  Our eternity is launched in this very place.

Linda Rempel

“Jesus of the Scars” – Edward Shillito

If we have never sought, we seek Thee now;
Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars;
We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow,
We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars.

The heavens frighten us; they are too calm;
In all the universe we have no place.
Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm?
Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars, we claim Thy grace.

If, when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near,
Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine;
We know to-day what wounds are, have no fear,
Show us Thy Scars, we know the countersign.

The other gods were strong; but Thou wast weak;
They rode, but Thou didst stumble to a throne;
But to our wounds only God’s wounds can speak,
And not a god has wounds, but Thou alone.

 


 

Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now

A. E. Housman

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

Editor’s note: “carpe diem!”


 

You Make Beautiful Things…

 

  All This pain

I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I wonder if my life could really change at all
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found
Could a garden come up from this ground at all

 

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

All around
Hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found in You

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

You make me new, You are making me new
You make me new, You are making me new
You are making me new

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

You make me new, You are making me new
You make me new, You are making me new

Artist: Gungor

Album: Beautiful Things



Unto Us A Child Is Born

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For a child has been born—for us!

    the gift of a son—for us!

He’ll take over

    the running of the world.walking-on-water-lewis-bowman

His names will be: Amazing Counselor,

    Strong God,

Eternal Father,

    Prince of Wholeness.

His ruling authority will grow,

    and there’ll be no limits to the wholeness he brings.prince-of-peace

He’ll rule from the historic David throne

    over that promised kingdom.

He’ll put that kingdom on a firm footing

    and keep it going

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Isaiah 9:6-7–The Message



Supermoon

 

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Full Moon
by
Tu Fu
Above the tower — a lone, twice-sized moon.
On the cold river passing night-filled homes,
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It scatters restless gold across the waves.

On mats, it shines richer than silken gauze.

supermoon2Empty peaks, silence: among sparse stars,
Not yet flawed, it drifts. Pine and cinnamon
Spreading in my old garden . . . All light,
All ten thousand miles at once in its light!

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Look at the night sky November 14, 2016.  The full moon will be closer to the earth than it has been in 68 years. It will look brighter and it will look about 14% larger than usual.  The gravitational pull on the earth now and through the next month will be a little stronger because the moon is closer to earth.  Because of this the ocean tides will rise about 2 feet to 3 feet above normal. So that you can see this brighter, bigger moon perfectly …wishing you dark nights and clear skies.
Ruth Schweitzer- Greystone Skywatcher.
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The Heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. Psalm 19:1


Hunter’s Moon

Hunting Song (Navajo)

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       Comes the deer to my singing,
Comes the deer to my song,
Comes the deer to my singing.

He, the blackbird, he am I,
Bird beloved of the wild deer.
Comes the deer to my singing.

From the Mountain Black,
From the summit,
Down the trail, coming, coming now,
Comes the deer to my singing.

Through the blossoms,
Through the flowers, coming, coming now,
Comes the deer to my singing.

Through the flower dew-drops,
Coming, coming now,
Comes the deer to my singing.

Through the pollen, flower pollen,
Coming, coming now,
Comes the deer to my singing.

Starting with his left fore-foot,
Stamping, turns the frightened deer,
Comes the deer to my singing.

Quarry mine, blessed am I
In the luck of the chase.
Comes the deer to my singing.

       Comes the deer to my singing,
Comes the deer to my song,
Comes the deer to my singing.

from George W. Cronyn, The Path on the Rainbow (1918)

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 Hunter’s Moon ,Blood Moon, Sanguine Moon (given by The American Indians) are all names for the October full moon. Travel Moon and Dying Grass Moon are other names given it.