As we wean ourselves off the holiday season, there is a part of me that wonders what it would be like to embody year-round the excitement of the season that celebrates the birth of Jesus.
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As we wean ourselves off the holiday season, there is a part of me that wonders what it would be like to embody year-round the excitement of the season that celebrates the birth of Jesus.
God’s image is presented to the world through the people of God, who use all available resources to meet the needs of the world because that’s what God does for us.
The resurrection Spirit pursues us as we continually cycle through relational renewal with the evidential environment of the created world: with the people, the creatures, the living organisms therein.
The doctrine of the Trinity is what the church represents as she bends knee to the other who is giving a hand up while standing on the shoulders of a third, infinitely in sync and completely acrobatic!
As the created world hosts humanity, we have much to learn from the soil, from the seeds. Stretching toward the light, cultivated hearts propagate God’s mission.
It has been 40 days today. There’s certainly biblical significance to the span of 40 days. It seems to be a significant time marker for earth dwellers.
I invite you to explore this collection of Lenten articles and sermons from the Mosaic archives.
Even as some churches are dying, the kin-dom of God is not dying. We are not powerful enough to kill the redemptive movement of bringing humanity into fuller relationship with God.
The Bible portrays time as a series of connected loops, each one taking us back to the past, even as it moves us into the future.
Daffodils push up through snow and icicles drip from tiny, chartreuse tree leaves.
Green grass burns in heat while lantanas flourish.
Whether you’re relatively new to Advent or know it like an old friend, I hope you find meaningful insights in this archive of Advent-related articles.
Waiting for a baby strengthens the hope, peace, joy, and love, crafting the manger that holds the baby. This is what Advent offers the church.
As I sit imaginatively with this story, I find myself identifying with Lazarus. I find myself in a season of life with God that feels grave.
We preach life after death, denying death its victory, but perhaps we forget that death has always brought life.
We are forgetful creatures who need rituals and celebrations to mark the time and place where something happened.
I like the ice and snow even more these days because of what it does to us. It stops us, cancels all our busyness, and slows us down.
I have been in an unexpected wilderness for the past four weeks, as my depression has stepped out of line for no apparent reason, and is upsetting my routine.
Christmas is when we recall that the King was born, and reigns forever more, and that the arrival of Christ signaled the expiration date on all other kingdoms.
The season of Advent culminates in the arrival of God in the form of a very vulnerable Jesus.
The little control we have over things is simply how open and receptive we are to the changes that come our way.