Hail Th’Incarnate Deity
When this secular tune about the written word was matched to this sacred poem about Word Made Flesh, the world was given a gift: a doctrinally weighty, yet joyfully light, celebration of Immanuel, God Come Near.
When this secular tune about the written word was matched to this sacred poem about Word Made Flesh, the world was given a gift: a doctrinally weighty, yet joyfully light, celebration of Immanuel, God Come Near.
he reminds us that the centerpiece of God’s creative imagination is Bethlehem, “…site of the Incarnation, flash point of the joining of heaven and earth, invisible and visible reality, transcendent and material.”
Where is the promised goodwill and peace? It seems to have disappeared.
…for parents, the easiest deformity is one that wills the safety and protection of the child over all else.
It feels unnatural to sit still in such a time, so we double down and get busy in a flurry of frantic activity. We sense we are losing control, so we scramble to regain it.
…even now, when we are in the midst of the season of anticipating the changes to come, and already starting to live in these seasons of change, that God is promising that the new thing he is doing is already beginning.
The specific nature of the birth of Christ is mind-boggling: it was on a certain day, in a certain town, to a certain pair of people.
For those of us who also find ourselves in a land of Arguers, where can we find hope?
Combs is a pastor in a liturgical tradition, and he has included this tradition in each day’s story. Every story ends with a repeated liturgy pointing us towards “the one who is coming”. This addition of a daily liturgy creates a rhythm to each day’s reading that is unique to this Advent devotional.
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