Now when all the people were baptized, and when Jesus also had been baptized and was praying, the heavens were opened, and the Holy spirit descended on him in bodily form, like a dove; and a voice came from heaven, “You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased.” Luke 3:21-22 Then, all […]

. . . the word of God came to John the son of Zechariah in the wilderness.  And he went into all the region around the Jordan, proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins. Luke 3:2b-3. Years pass.  The fullness of time bubbles and swells under the placid surface of unrecorded history […]

Now his parents went to Jerusalem every year at the Feast of the Passover.  And when he was twelve years old, they went up according to custom.  Luke 2:41-42 We’ve seen the picture of the calm-faced lad with the glowing aura and one finger upraised as though making a point, surrounded by old guys with […]

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And at the end of eight days, when he was circumcised, he was called Jesus, the name given by the angel before he was conceived in the womb. Luke 2:21 Did he cry when the knife cut?  They all do, even though at that age it isn’t supposed to hurt much.  Beads of red appear […]

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“Today a Savior, who is Messiah the Lord, was born for you in the city of David.  This will be the sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped snugly in cloth and lying in a feeding trough.”  Luke 2:11-12, Holman Christian Standard Bible We’re so used to those words we don’t really hear […]

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When Elizabeth heard the greeting of Mary, the baby leaped in her womb . . . “And why is it granted to me that the mother of my Lord should come to me?  For behold, when the sound of your greeting came to my ears, the baby in my womb leaped for joy.  And blessed […]

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The Gospel Road: Then It Happened

The central fact of human history is the Incarnation—real place, real time, real God, right here among us.  With Mary we wonder, How can this be?  These posts are a journey through the Gospel of Luke, trying to get a grip on the boundless nature of Jesus.  Though of course, it is he who grips […]

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I just finished reading Isaiah, for the 10th time at least.  In the past I’ve been struck with how confusing, relentless, even numbing it is.  This time I was struck with how schizophrenic it is. The literary style, I’m informed by those who know, is “stream of consciousness,” simply because nothing else fits.  But whose […]