Peeling potatoes,
and pondering prayers...
donning apron
and stole,
I minister as mother
and as priest...
called in earthiness,
earthed by my calling...
I will break bread tonight
and wonder
at the gift...
I will pour wine
and revel in its richness...
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God has come,
divinity wrapped in flesh,
born in frailty
God has come...
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How often do we still
mistakenly
long for a God of power,
wordly power
who will wipe out evil
by force?
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How often do we
look to retribution,
an eye for an eye?
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How often do we misquote
Scripture to ourselves,
and cowed by our
interpretation,
how often do we dismiss the wonder...
God has come...(?)
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Peeling potatoes,
and pondering prayers...
donning apron
and stole,
I minister as mother
and as priest...
called in earthiness,
earthed by my calling...
I will break bread tonight
and wonder
at the gift...
I will pour wine
and revel in its richness...
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God has come
wrapped in frail flesh,
born to those who peel potatoes,
and for those who hunger for them...
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God has come,
turning this world upside down...
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Have we received him?
Or do we still wait
for God
in
our
image?
