I just read a Christmas poem by Rachel Held Evans that I think I'll print out and carry with me each day of this next year.
Here's the first stanza:
You will find Him wrapped in swaddling clothes
Wrapped in flesh
Wrapped in blood
Wrapped in bone
Wrapped in the calloused hands of a carpenter’s son
Wrapped in scandal
Wrapped in genocide
Wrapped in poverty
You will find Him
Read the rest at Rachel's blog.
Frenchman's Bay, Maine
3 comments:
Thanks so much for the shout-out, Laurie. I'm so glad the poem meant this much to you.
Oh, wow - very moving...makes me want to read the entire poem
Hello Laurie,
Thanks for share all those blogs and others that you find in theweb.
Have a great 2010
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