For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting
Father, Prince of Peace. Of the increase of his government and of peace there shall be no end, upon the throne of David, and upon his kingdom, to establish it, and to uphold it with
justice and with righteousness from henceforth even for ever.
Prescription For Trying Times: A Poem
than the angel who eclipsed your ordinary life
to see his reflection in the dark
of your eyes.
More strange than when god thumped
in your belly and tugged at your breast, hungry
for earth, for what he had made.
Strange to hear
the command to take and eat of his body
just as he had your own. That in their mouths
you too were dissolving, your blood draining
into thick and useless throats.
Your nourishment drips from his side,
from the mouth that sucked your breast.
A hand flinches toward your chest—a strange
gesture you discover is your own.
(by Kristin George Bagdanov)
An Advent Prayer
Dear Sweet Baby Jesus,
You invite us to weakness, to reorient our faulty and fragile understanding of power. You
invite us to dependency, to resist the temptation toward prideful individualism. You invite
us to humility, to re-prioritize our concerns toward your kingdom. You invite us to poverty,
to rectify our idolatry and consumerism. You invite us to yourself, to rest. Amen
(Evan Rosa, Biola University Center For Christian Thought)