After 2 Samuel 9:1-13
I am Mephibosheth,
citizen of a fallen house,
a hose condemned,
a house consumed
by its own anger
and wrath, destroyed
by its own hand.
I am Mephibosheth,
crippled since birth,
son of the man who
loved his friend, who
sacrificed his own
position and rank and
his father’s favor.
I am Mephibosheth,
expecting to be killed,
desiring to die, instead
finding myself elevated,
and blessed.
Photograph by Intricate Explorer via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Sunday Readings
The Welcome – poem by Andrew Roycroft at New Grub Street.
“The House of Christmas,” poem by G. K. Chesterton – Joseph Bottum at Poems Ancient and Modern.
An Advent Reflection: The Ox – Elizabeth Sudlow at The Imaginative Conservative.
What King Would Come Like This? The Surprising Advent of Jesus – David Mathis at Desiring God.
The Great Disconnect: When the Pulpit and the Pew Aren’t Speaking the Same Language – Tripp Fuller and Ryan Burge at Process This.
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