Advent
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Advent: December 19 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 No red dragon jaws could devour the child-king, silence the war-cry that commands angelic hosts even from a manger bed.
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Advent: December 18 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 In the infant’s cry echoes the voice that spoke light, split the earth and sea, and sang us into being. How could we not bend down low?
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Advent: December 17 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 There comes a time when reputation and honor no longer matter and all that is most sacred exists in obedience.
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Advent: December 16 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 I wouldn’t exchange this gift – this invitation – led by living light to The Light, for all the stars in their jealous multitude.
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Advent: December 15 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 Peaceful sweeping still the calm come in labor’s wake before transition the painful pressing of life towards death, then — resurrection!
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Advent: December 14 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 You don’t really think our vulgar presence, pungent smell and uncouth ways have a place in this pageant announced by heavenly choirs?
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Advent: December 13 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 In the beginning you had to take it on faith; it couldn’t be seen, impossible to conceive, carrying divinity!
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This post resonated with me today as I read it over lunch. A fitting reminder for the Advent season from one of my favorite deepening grounds: Wendell Berry! Remembering that it happened once. A Sabbath poem by Wendell Berry. Remembering that it happened once | Wendell Berry (Sabbath Poems 1987:VI)
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Advent: December 12 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 No room. No room. No difference between the inns and my crowded heart where worry lodges with fear and that trickster, wealth, checks in.
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Advent: December 11 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 Huddled round the fire, warmed by more than dying flames, we share our stories and laugh the hearty laughter of the unashamed and free.
the deepening ground 