After 2 Samuel 9:1-13
Called to the presence
of the king, expecting
to be killed as was
the custom, anticipating
his end to a life marked
by crippling lameness,
the fear in his heart
palpable, he’s instead
presented something
else, a promise
remembered, a friendship
honored, the son of his
friend lifted up, blessed,
not only in words but
with restoration of family
wealth, a picture of love,
divine love.
Photograph by William Krause via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Friday Readings
An Advent Reflection: Fuel – Elizabeth Sudlow at The Imaginative Conservative.
Christmas in the Garden – Eric Geiger.
A Song for the Other Side of Christmas – Andrew Roycroft at New Grub Street.
Midwinter Light at Christ Church – Spitalfields Life.
It Isn’t Night for the Moon – Seth Lewis.
“The Burning Babe,” poem by Robert Southwell – Sally Thomas at Poems Ancient and Modern.
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