Really,
I'd love to.
Prepare the way of the Lord, that is.
Sounds like a great idea,
not making
the Lord go around in detours.
Probably
why he came in December
instead
of during a summer of
PennDot
construction.
Anyway,
the problem is
that I don't know where he
plans to
get there.
Maybe somebody could get Jesus
a new GPS
for Christmas.
There's probably already
a straight
path somewhere
that knows
how to properly
fete
a Lord Almighty,
even
one in a manger.
Besides,
I'm rather busy,
especially
preparing for Christmas.
Too much to do.
Too busy spinning wheels
going from
this place to that
running
around in circles.
Not sure I'm a person to talk about straight paths –
I've been
to six different stores
with very
little marked off the list,
and more
back and forth trips
than
I care to count.
Actually,
I feel kind of guilty
about all
the bustle.
I know what this season is about:
the
preparation of the
coming
of Christ
in
the manger and
in
the final hour.
I want to feel the silence,
the
peace,
the
calm,
the
clear brightness
of
a starry, winter night.
I need a straight path for myself
before I
can prepare one more thing.
Maranatha:
Come, Lord Jesus.
Come, Word Made Flesh, to dwell in the midst of us.
Come, Prince of Peace, to calm our hearts.
Come, Lord of Glory, to surround us in love.
Maranatha:
Come, Lord Jesus.
The Lord comes among us;
let me stop
and recognize you.
The Lord comes with peace;
let me stop
and
stop worrying that
I
have stopped too long.
The Lord comes with love;
let me stop
and
feel to the core of my being
how
unfathomably much
you love me.
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