Christ Is Born!

Everything is limited
Except God,
Except now God too
Has limited Himself.
Today the transcendent One
Is ultimately dependent, in His humanity
For food, for warmth, for shelter
Upon His mother.
As God, He continues to sustain the universe;
As one of us, He waits.
Hungry, He waits upon His mother
To awake.
Helpless, He waits upon His body
To mature.
Human, He waits upon His disciples
To be one,
That we, growing up into Him,
Knit together in love,
United by His Spirit,
May accomplish the work
That He waits to achieve in us, through us
His body.
And so He lies, waiting,
Hungry for the first time,
In a manger.
Embodied for all time
In us,
That we might be
His hands, His feet,
His glory.

God has gone up with a shout!

Vesperal Liturgy for the feast of the Ascension will be held at St. John’s tonight at 6:30pm.

One of the earliest surviving images of the Ascension: an illustration from the 6th Century Syriac Rabbula Gospels

Christ is Risen!

O Death, where is your sting? O Hell, where is your victory? Christ is risen, and you are overthrown. Christ is risen, and the demons are fallen. Christ is risen, and the angels rejoice. Christ is risen, and life reigns. Christ is risen, and not one dead remains in the grave. For Christ, being risen from the dead, is become the first fruits of those who have fallen asleep. To Him be glory and dominion unto ages of ages. Amen.