What Did They Know: An Offering from Joan Curtis

We hope to approach Advent with a sense of reverence, but sometimes it seems we live in a cacophonous circle of noise. We leave our houses with televisions blaring, get in our cars with songs or podcasts talking, go into stores with background music invading our thoughts, and eat out at restaurants or sports bars in buildings built for no sound absorption. This noise can compete with our sense of reverence Are we missing the opportunity to hear God talking to us? Are the angels around us drowned out?

 

This advent season our thoughts and our prayers center around the people who lived the Christmas story—Mary, Joseph, Jesus, the shepherds, the wise men. What did they know? How did they feel? What prompted them to listen?

 

Ann Weems has long been one of my favorite writers as her poetry – language of the soul – speaks to me, asks me questions, leads me to God Who calms my fears. Her poem Mary, Nazareth Girl speaks to Mary and asks this same question.

 

Mary,

Nazareth girl:

God-chosen girl:         

Could it be that you had been ready

     waiting

             listening

                 for the footsteps

             of an angel?

 

On these days of Advent, let’s make our hearts ready.

Be still and know the waiting.

Be still and know the wonder.

Be still and listen.

(c) 2017 Joan Curtis

An offering from Rosemary: I am the bread of life

John 6:27-40

“Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life; whoever comes to me shall not hunger…..”

“The Lord Jesus the same night in which he was betrayed took bread and when he gave thanks he broke it and said, “Take eat, this is my body, which is broken for you…..”
emmaus bread of life

Jesus says as I come to him I shall not hunger….he says Take and eat, this is my body broken for you…for me!!

When I spend time with Him in the quiet of the morning or the peace of a late afternoon, my heart lifts in gratitude with a steady security knowing he is beside me, in and around me with the sustenance of his presence. As I begin the day and I go about the business of living, I look up and notice with thanksgiving the beauty of the day in nature or in the people around me knowing it is The Bread of Life reminding me of His good gifts and to give thanks.

As continue into Lent preparing for that final week remembering his words I find His loving-kindness surrounding me with His loyal, steadfast, faithful love in the gift of his broken body…broken for me!!

I am led to wonder….Could I, would I be broken for Him?

(c) 2015 Rosemary Conoley