This Sunday concludes our Advent Season, a time filled with wonder, reflection, and anticipation in the Church. During Advent, we remember the great gift of God to the world, as He wrapped Himself in flesh to tabernacle among us, not only to be with is as Emmanuel, but also to redeem us as Savior. We also look forward with joyous anticipation for the glorious return of our triumphant King, who will usher in a new heaven and a new earth filled with the unending love and glory of God. In the midst of our joy, however, the pain of our broken world has burst through with fierce urgency. The recent deaths in our community and across the nation have made us pause and make space to mourn for a world still caught in the grip of sin and death. This post is about living in the middle of that tension--between life and death, joy and sorrow, laughter and tears. May the Hope of Christ abound to all of us, whatever our condition may be.
~ Grace and Peace, LA
~ Grace and Peace, LA
Yours was no idiot’s tale, spiraling toward nothing,
Without the will to extract substance from life’s abstractions.
But a life, yes a life—of color making sense of reality.
Outside thrives a time of terror.
Yet in a world drunk with rage,
Yours was no idiot’s tale, signifying a loss of faith.
For you, living defied duplication. No grinding away at yourself, Losing sight of the stars, ignoring the kiss of wind in the leaves.
Yours was a life, yes a life—of contours playing in the sun.
Some seethe as spirals, leaving nothing in their wake,
Like storms bending their noses toward destruction. Yet,
Yours was no idiot’s tale, clamoring toward despair.
No, you canvassed our fragments, used them
In the background of your mind
In a life, yes a life—of texture, transforming our darkness into truth.
No one saw your ending, or heard the fading sigh of your spirit.
Still we guess, searching for some magic peace.
Yours was no idiot’s tale, spiraling toward nothing.
But a life, yes a life.
There is a dance I wish to dance,
over beyond these hills,
In that promised land of joy with the lover of my soul.
Take me there, beyond these hills.
Come, my love, and take me there
to dance by the light of sun.
Hold me, lift me, swiftly, gently
‘Til our hearts are bound as one.
Somewhere above the earth, tonight,
We will dance and play and sing,
and the sigh of lovers will caress these hills,
With the strength of eagles’ wings.
By your light, O glorious Son, tonight,
I will bend and sway and twirl.
O breath of God, transform this world
To something bright and new,
and I’ll dance before your throne tonight,
O love, I wait for you.
Come quickly now, and take my hand
I’ll pirouette and leap and bow.
For love and pain and joy and hope,
My tears are flowing now. With the longing of my soul
I wait for you, my King. Come quickly now,
and take me there to dance and play and sing.