Alone, On the Cross (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Out of the darkness the humanness of Christ a cry to the Father yet alone, on the cross Christ in ...
Out of the darkness the humanness of Christ a cry to the Father yet alone, on the cross Christ in ...
We wrap it all up with ribbon and bows bright flashing lights and ho ho ho's But the story of ...
The sacrifice of the Christ the living human God dying on the cross setting us free, freed from our slavery ...
Humble before God submitting to the Father's will understanding our humanness because he walked like us Down from heaven from ...
The babe in the manger the man sharing God's love the one who climbed the rugged cross who descended to ...
Like wrapped presents sitting under the tree the hope we have found that gift that they will truly like something ...
While we are waiting for the natal star the story to unfold of the babe in the manger the return ...
In Christ such treasure in the clay of His body in the humanness of God in coming to the earth ...
Now more than ever during the time of Advent we are called to share our hope our hope in the ...
Coming to the Christ-child waiting in this season on the mountainside in the quiet of the night in this wilderness ...
Our cry in the night when we don't know what to do when we are turned around when we feel ...
Somehow we forget the depth of his grace his radical love changing the entire face of the earth We are ...
God not held down beholden, constrained limited by our humanness our creator, our God Unbound, eternal sharing all good things ...
As Christ had to empty himself his divinity to descend pouring out who he was emptying himself becoming the vessel ...
In so many ways, trying to be faithful living a devoted life grateful for God's grace Struggling as Job did ...
Like Socrates and the hemlock Christ in the garden the cup of poison, death waiting for his lips Praying, in ...
in the coming of Christ we rejoice once more conscious of the meaning God come to earth flesh, pain, death ...
The manifestation, fulfillment the embodiment of what we call love even our meager understanding caught in the humanness, our balancing ...
Christ alone, by his humanness by his sacrifice, by his blood healing divisions, every chasm between one another between man ...
The voices of God, long before the king before the son was born, Everlasting Father the trinity, born before the ...
When we fear, when we question, when we are nervous our lives out of control, unregulated, at the whim of ...
In their reflection, our flaws, our lapses, our weakness, humanness, reality, blemishes and all Blank slates, ready to be filled ...
To be a passerby, a witness, a disciple of John on that day, that wondrous day when the babe, the ...
For he was human, just as he was God His humanity the very point the means of our saving was ...
We stood in a circle around Your table heads bowed, hands clasped we waited She began to speak of the ...
Mine, it is mine, give me what is mine. How often hear that, say that, whether in word or in ...
Over and over he must have washed his hands trying to remove the stain, the tattoo of innocent blood blood ...
The name of the sermon the point of the message was "Our Highest Ideal" but it was the underlying subtext ...
Seeing is believing. Whatever was thought or said, these persistent, inexorable deaths make faith as such absent, our humanness a ...
she is so intense in her fear: her nostrils quiver at the scent of society's danger; caught in the glare ...
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