Category: from the original Daily Sip


King of Peace or Warden of Prison


I don’t want Jesus to come.  He looks like He knows something.  Even Mary seems worried. I don’t.  I want Jesus to stay away.  In heaven, where he belongs. These are hard words to think, let alone to write down, and place out there in public, even as a priest...

An Advent Prayer


In these last days of Advent, guide me to this child careening towards me. Prepare my heart for this welcome salvation. Make my soul a stable. Make my heart a cave. Remind me that something wonderful is about to happen. Don’t let the busyness of the season destroy the silent...

advent intimacy


Jesus was born in a stable or a cave, we know that.  But we do not know what time of the day or night Jesus was born. It may sound like an insignificant detail, but I want to know. My inner child wants to know.  I mean, I have written...

shine


“Restore us, O God; let your face shine, that we may be saved.” Says our psalm today – three times in such a short passage.  Over and over and over again.   “Restore us, O God; let your face shine, that we may be saved”   Joseph.  Could he sense...

John and Farouk in Advent


Let’s say that the average, run-of-the-mill guy in Iraq were given a pen and paper and asked to write about the average run-of-the-mill American.  As an American man, I expect that when I read what the Iraqi guy wrote I would disagree.  I would read his writing and I would...

The death of our church and the life of our God


Might it be true that the great threat of God becoming human, as a baby who becomes an anarchist rather than a priest, is that in the incarnation God threatens the church and her power-mongers, annually? I was speaking to a young Christian from a non-denominational church last week at...

dust balls and tears


Addictions flare up in the weeks just prior to Christmas like mountainside wildfires on a dry, windy day.  Our run-of-the mill addictions like alcohol and porn, food and internet surfing, shopping and being-right - well, those addictions will flare up for sure, but they usually end up bringing clear pain...

they should not meet for coffee…


That God would reconcile with humanity and the sentient beings of this planet by choosing to insert Herself into our time, never ceases to astound me with wonder.  Poor John The Baptist.  No wonder he went around screaming and ranting.  Though I expect he got still when he saw Jesus....

birds and questions


One of my favorite things about the early Renaissance paintings is their use of birds.  Here the angel Gabriel is about to have a chat with Mary about the whole upcoming manger situation.  It’s a bright sunny day with birds chirping and Mary off-image in a corset and busy knitting...

the blue feather


Wings rustle in the Advent night of Jesus’ coming. The Angels are restless. They look calm because that is there job- all serene and quiet. But you can tell they are all nearly bursting from their white robes with excitement that He would go to Them. Their blue wings quiver...