Sunday 9 March 2014

The Lent Journal 5

When you are fasting, one of the first things that become clear is how you make of feeble things an anchor that helps you go through the vicissitudes of life.

The same backpain that made me stop writing this blog some months ago is back. I went to the doctor and the medication prescribed makes me drownsy, I can't even think properly. It's hard to articulate my voice. And yet, nothing to make it easier. And yet, I can and will do the right thing this time, which is respect my body and let it go.

One side of my brain still screams: the right thing is the wrong thing! Try a short cut. Any short cut!!!

Here is the text for today. Luke 2: 1 - 21 (The Message). It's more than I actually pasted down. :)

About that time Caesar Augustus ordered a census to be taken throughout the Empire. This was the first census when Quirinius was governor of Syria. Everyone had to travel to his own ancestral hometown to be accounted for. So Joseph went from the Galilean town of Nazareth up to Bethlehem in Judah, David’s town, for the census. As a descendant of David, he had to go there. He went with Mary, his fiancée, who was pregnant.

While they were there, the time came for her to give birth. She gave birth to a son, her firstborn. She wrapped him in a blanket and laid him in a manger, because there was no room in the hostel.



There were sheepherders camping in the neighborhood. They had set night watches over their sheep. Suddenly, God’s angel stood among them and God’s glory blazed around them. They were terrified. The angel said, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here to announce a great and joyful event that is meant for everybody, worldwide: A Savior has just been born in David’s town, a Savior who is Messiah and Master. This is what you’re to look for: a baby wrapped in a blanket and lying in a manger.”

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