We, like the shepherds, the wise men,
the father and mother, go to the stable
each year, at this time, to be reminded
to journey with them to be counted,
to await the Messiah’s birth, to feel him
with us again, more real in the moment,
this time of year, feeling the savior
coming into the world, as a child
His baptism, in the Jordan, that water
so rich in meaning, the exodus
from slavery to Egypt
He now separating us from sin
The short walk to his ministry,
his teachings, his life as example
for us all. His martyrdom, death
on the tree. Buried. To rise again.
But it is the stable, the manger,
where God came among us
where we kneel down,
and see God
as a baby, precious
and vulnerable
the shoot out of Jesse’s root
the fulfillment of the law and the prophets
the Word made flesh
God with us
Emmanuel
born in a manger bed
Go to the stable
December 9, 2007
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Go to the Stable
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