By Jack Urban O, the ecstasy and the ache and the kiddywink glee; A long-awaited joy, ripens into the thrill Of waiting. The Father’s heart torn ’tween child and thine
Ellen Pointer Abode I, II, III linocut print While contemplating Advent readings and canticles that exude joy, I rested on Micah 5:2-5a, Psalm 80:1-7, Hebrews 10:5-10, and the Visitation in
A Christmas nightmare. A parent grieves over a son at death’s door. What hope remains when faith is dying too? Only the faintest prayer, maybe, breathed more than spoken, a
By John Raines The Father’s small generosities feel the most lavish, I thought, walking out of a small shop in the Middle East. We’d just purchased icons of the prophet