A simple word

After Hebrews 1:1-4 

He speaks a single word,

and the universe must

listen. He speaks a single

idea, and the universe

must hear it, accept it,

own it. A single word,

and the universe must

obey, pay heed, take

heed, absorb it. He

created the world;

his word upholds

the creation.

 

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Some Friday Readings

 

From the Knight’s Tale – Geoffrey Chaucer at Kingdom Poets (D.S. Martin). 

 

Glossolalia – poem by Chris Wheeler at Rabbit Room Poetry.

 

Observations of eternity – poem by Franco Amati at Garbage Notes.

 

Riffing on the Psalms – Jody Lee Collins at Poetry & Made Things.

 

Pause – poem by Seth Lewis.

A sermon, a letter

After Hebrews 1:1-4 

A sermon, a letter

spoken first, then

written, or written

first, then spoken.

How the word is

heard can change;

as with prophets

of old, followed

by silence, as if

the world is 

experiencing

a collective intake

of breath, a gasp,

at what comes,

the son and heir,

the radiance,

the glow of glory,

bearing the exact

imprint of his father,

holding up the universe.

The heir purifies, first,

then sits at the right

hand. The heir is 

the letter; the heir is

the sermon. 

 

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Some Sunday Readings

 

‘Frozen for Stars’ and ‘A Hope Beyond the Moon Europa’ – poems by J.J. Brinski at Rabbit Room Poetry.

 

Christendom After Comcast – John Ehrett at Ad Fontes.

 

When the Walk Becomes a Crawl: One of the Most Hopeful Reminders I’ve Read about Sanctification – Justin Taylor.

 

The Neurodivergent Believer – Allyson Reid at Gospel-Centered Discipleship.

 

England’s Nazareth: Walsingham – Br. Louis Bethea at The Imaginative Conservative. 

The gift

After Hebrews 1:1-4 

The best of all gifts,

one unmerited and

undeserved, one

given in joy and love.

 

And more.

 

This gift is unlike

any that have come

before, not only

a gift of voice but

also a gift of self.

 

And more.

 

The gift is the heir,

given by the master

of the manor, the son

given to take our place,

the one there 

from the beginning.

 

And more.

 

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Some Monday Readings

 

Who is This One Lying in a Manger? – Geoff Thomas at Evangelical Magazine.

 

Why Such a Lowly Birth? – Justin Huffman. 

 

The Best Christmas Deal Ever – David Deavel at The Imaginative Conservative.

 

Midwinter – a Christmas poem by Martin Rizley at Society of Classical Poets.

 

Two Classic Poems for Christmas from Eliot and Chesterton – The Rabbit Room.

 

In the fog, there are tidings of comfort and joy – Jacob Duesing at Baptist News.

 

The Robin’s Christmas – Spitalfields Life.