Dear Friends,
We are in the midst of the Advent journey in this very strange and difficult season. The longing for Christ and for a new birth seems profound and even haunting. I recently came across this favorite poem and it seems to speak well, especially for this time and season.
The Risk of Birth
Madeleine L’Engle
This no time for a child to be born.
With the earth betrayed by war and hate
And a nova lighting the sky to warn
That time runs out and the sun burns late.
That was no time for a child to be born.
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome:
Honour and trust were trampled by Scorn –
Yet here did the Saviour make his home.
When is the time for love to be born?
The inn is full on the planet earth,
And by greed and pride the sky is torn –
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.
Sandi and I extend our wish for new light and new birth for all of us in this season.
Best,
Dave