Psalm 28:2
Hear the voice
of my prayer
when I cry
out to you,
when I
lift up
my hands
to your
holy of holies.
I find The Feast of Stephen both disconcerting and disorienting. I have spent
all of Advent trying to keep away from jumping the gun into the Incarnation and here, on the second day of the Feast, we are already forced away from the warm and fuzzy birth narrative to the actual cost of discipleship
in daily life. As the music director from my childhood would have said, that's so we don't the em-PHA-sis on
the wrong sylABLE. And to tell the truth, that feels
really appropriate this year. (In fact, if you look at
the Daily Office Lectionary in the BC,P there are
no readings given until the 29th because they are all
Holy Days. (Is your creche still up? I hope, so, but it's
not a static thing...The angels and shepherds and sheep
are outa there… they’ve are gone about their business,
as have we…
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