Ransom Captive Israel
The first Sunday in December.
Oh Come, Oh Come, Emmanuel...
It echoes down the ages.
And ransom captive Israel...
Captive still, after all these millennia.
Israel is the paradigm for how all of us live:
Captive, bound on all sides by those who do not wish us well.
And yet, in Israel, life goes on.
Orange blossoms fill the air,
Babies are born,
Old people die, but not in captivity.
Young people and grandmothers are blown into the heavens.
Israel grieves.
Israel blooms.
Israel is in the desert but she is not the desert.
Israel is God's heart, beating in the rhythm of creation.
Of destruction.
Always, somewhere, Israel lives and breathes with the breath of He Who Is Who He Is.
And His breath warms We Who Are Who We Are
In this first Sunday of December
In this first Sunday of Advent.
In the beginning of the third Christmas without Shelagh.
No. Wait. That is another meditation.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to you, O Israel...
posted by Dymphna @ 10:41 PM
4 comments
4 Comments:
Ah yes, the Advent songs in their minor keys. I think the Presbyterians must be out of step - we celebrated the first Sunday in Advent on November 27.
No, you're right: I'm a week off. This past Sunday was the second Sunday in Advent...which, if I had gone, I would know. Haven't been since my surgery, but I usually keep a closer eye on Advent. It's the anticipation that I like
However, the Presbyterians are definitely out of step. I thought the Episcopalians were bad, but the P.'s actually met with Hizbollah and told them what a jolly bunch they were...
Very nice!
This is one of my favorite hymns.
Dymphna
You said a few posts ago that a blog is like a child it keeps wanting to be fed.
Mine is demanding Christmas cookies.
Please excuse me for borrowing one of your recipes
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