Wednesday, December 29, 2021

Christmas Week take Three

 


Today, I invite us to return to the poetry prayer of John 1:1-14 from the Voice translation:

 

Before time itself was measured, the Voice was speaking.

    The Voice was and is God.
This celestial Word remained ever present with the Creator;
    His speech shaped the entire cosmos.
Immersed in the practice of creating,
    all things that exist were birthed in Him.
His breath filled all things
    with a living, breathing light—
A light that thrives in the depths of darkness,
    blazes through murky bottoms.
It cannot and will not be quenched.

A man named John, who was sent by God, was the first to clearly articulate the source of this LightThis baptizer put in plain words the elusive mystery of the Divine Light so all might believe through him. Some wondered whether he might be the Lightbut John was not the Light. He merely pointed to the Light. The true Light, who shines upon the heart of everyone, was coming into the cosmos.10 He entered our world, a world He made; yet the world did not recognize Him. 11 Even though He came to His own people, they refused to listen and receive Him. 12 But for all who did receive and trust in Him, He gave them the right to be reborn as children of God; 13 He bestowed this birthright not by human power or initiative but by God’s will.

14 The Voice took on flesh and became human and chose to live alongside us. We have seen Him, enveloped in undeniable splendor—the one true Son of the Father—evidenced in the perfect balance of grace and truth.

 

Where do you sense God’s voice guiding you?  In whom do you often to hear God’s voice?  Where might the light be leading you in these dwindling December days?  May these questions and so many more awaken hope, surround you with peace, fill you with love, and enfold/hold you in love.  Amen.


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