“..tissued fripperies”

The English poet John Betjeman’s poem “Christmas” has been, along with Eliot’s Journey of the Magi, part of my Christmas celebration each and every year. I often used his poem in worship on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. A few years ago while visiting Cornwall I made it a part of my “pilgrimage” to searchContinue reading ““..tissued fripperies””

Journey of the Magi

Since 1982 I have read T.S. Eliot’s poem Journey of the Magi in Christmas worship every year. I could not imagine an Advent season without Eliot’s words and questions. Early on in my many years of serving a most caring congregation in Kansas City I mentioned my love of this poem and from that momentContinue reading “Journey of the Magi”

Miracles occur!

‘Tis the season of miracles, at least that is what the gospels tell us. As Advent moves on, picking up speed as Christmas fast approaches, we begin to say to ourselves “I will never be ready” Seriously, how can anyone ever be ready for God’s inbreaking presence. Let us not fool ourselves, let us receiveContinue reading “Miracles occur!”

La Corona: Annunciation

The photograph above is from The Cathedral of The Immaculate Conception, Wichita, Kansas. Choosing an image, of the story of the angel Gabriel announcing to Mary that she would give birth to God’s son, is quite a challenge (Luke 1:26-38). Some of the greatest artists over many centuries depict this moment only through “western eyes.”Continue reading “La Corona: Annunciation”

Some days a prayer utters itself

I have a childhood memory of the BBC radio news playing from the kitchen in the morning while I was getting ready for school. As in the evening, so in the morning, the radio news concluded with the weather forecast which was then followed by the “shipping forecast” and the naming of the “fishing” groundsContinue reading “Some days a prayer utters itself”