Today marks the 2nd Sunday of Advent. We light another candle today. The candles represent different things in the Advent season. Candle #2 may represent the Angels who brought the good news in the Christmas story, or the Joy of the the we know in that we have a rescuer or the announcement of Jesus impending birth. Which ever significance the candle takes for you, enjoy the following poem as you light it.
The Children
by John Piper
Do you hear the children crying?
I can hear them every day,
Crying, sighing, dying, flying
Somewhere safe where they can play.
Somewhere safe from all the dangers,
Somewhere safe from Crack and AIDS,
Safe from lust and lurking strangers,
Safe from war and bombing raids.
Somewhere safe from malnutrition,
Safe from daddy's damning voice,
Safe from mommy's cool ambition,
Safe from deadly goddess, Choice.
Do you hear the children crying?
I can hear them every day,
Crying, sighing, dying, flying
Somewhere safe where they can play.
* * * *
Do you see the children meeting?
I can see them in the sky,
Meeting, seating, eating, greeting
Jesus with the answer why.
Why the milk no longer nourished,
Why the water made them sick,
Why the crops no longer flourished,
Why the belly got so thick.
Why they never knew the reason
Friends had vanished out of sight,
Why some suffered for a season,
Others never saw the light.
Do you see the children meeting?
I can see them in the sky,
Meeting, seating, eating, greeting
Jesus with the answer why.
* * * *
Do you hear the children singing?
I can hear them high above,
Singing, springing, ringing, bringing
Glory to the God of love.
Glory for the gift of living,
Glory for the end of pain,
Glory for the gift of giving,
Glory for eternal gain.
Glory from the ones forsaken,
Glory from the lost and lone,
Glory when the infants waken,
Orphans on the Father's throne
Do you hear the children singing?
I can hear them high above,
Singing, springing, ringing, bringing
Glory to the God of love.
* * * *
Do you see the children coming?
I can see them on the clouds,
Coming, strumming, drumming, humming
Songs with heaven's happy crowds.
Songs with lots of happy clapping,
Songs that set the heart on fire,
Songs that make your foot start tapping,
Songs that make a merry choir.
Songs so loud the mountains tremble,
Songs so pure the canyons ring,
When the children all assemble
Millions, millions, round the King.
Do you see the children coming?
I can see them on the clouds,
Coming, strumming, drumming, humming
Songs with heaven's happy crowds.
* * * *
Do you see the children waiting?
I can see them all aglow
Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,
Who of us will rise and go?
Will we turn and fly to meet them
In the light of candle two?
I intend to rise and greet them.
Come and go with me, would you?
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Sunday, December 06, 2009
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Zechariah (a 2nd in the advent serial)
By John Piper November 30, 1986
The priests and merchants in the hills,
And girls and women at the mills,
Had smiled at old man Zach as long
As many could recall. "The song!"
They'd shout, when he returned to them
From duty in Jerusalem,
"The song!" For twenty years they'd sung
The song, and put it on the tongue
Of children when they told the tale
Of how the "Desert John" was born.
That's what they called his son.
The corn
Would crush between the wheels
As women worked to make the meals
For half a dozen priests from old
Abijah's clan. Then they'd be told,
"The clan is back! And old man Zach
Is coming up the hill!" With pack
And staff and ninety years of life,
—Or more, some said—he'd climb.
His wife
Had met him on the ridge until
She died. Most say she'd taken ill
Because the desert took her boy.
She groaned for days and cried, "Destroy
Your snakes and vipers, wilderness,
But not my son!" The boy was less
Than twelve the first time he had not
Returned. And then before he'd got
A beard upon his face he ceased
To come at all. And facing east
Upon her simple mat she died.
But not the old man Zach. He'd cried
For her and John, but then he took
His staff and pack and sacred book.
And kept his yearly vigil for
Another fifteen years. "Adore
The God who gives and God who takes,"
He used to say. "The Sovereign makes
No large or small mistakes."
When he
And other hill-born priests would be
A furlong from the village mill,
The shout would rise, "He's on the hill!"
And girls would leave their grinding stones.
"The song! The song!" they'd shout. The tones
Were struck and all would sing—just four
Short lines for old man Zach, no more:
"A barren womb has given birth,
A desert boy from desert sprung.
Who can foresee the baby's worth,
The boy who made his father young?"
And it was true: the boy had made
His father young. Old Zach had prayed
That God would let him see the day
When John would lift his voice and say,
"Prepare! Prepare the way of God!"
Now thirty years gone by, he trod
This one last time the village hill,
And at the setting of the sun lay still
With fever in his face.
The men
Kept vigil through the night, and when
His breath was almost gone, he said,
"John, John." An old friend stroked his head.
For all they knew the boy'd been dead
For fifteen years. The sky turned red
Along the eastern ridge. His breath
Would pause, and then, evading death,
Return, each time more soft. And then,
Against the blood-red sky, the men
Saw silhouetted like a black
And brawny desert priest, with pack
And staff and sacred book, the frame
Of John. They knew it, for he came
Straight to the simple shelter where
He'd lived for half his life. And there,
Without a word to those who sat
Spellbound, he knelt beside the mat.
And as he bent, his long black hair
Fell ‘round their face like answered prayer,
And made a holy tent. He kissed
His father's eyes with glazen mist,
The first flesh he had touched for ten
Long, lonely years plus five. And then
He put his lips beside the old
Man's waiting ear and said, "Behold,
A voice that in the desert cries,
‘Prepare the way of God!'" The eyes
Of Zechariah twitched. His hand
Rose as if drawn from heaven, the grand
Gesture of a grateful priest.
And as the glory of the east
Began to shine, his arm fell ‘round
John's neck, then softly to the ground.
O God, our arms and hope are weak:
He has been gone so long!
But He alone is all we seek!
O that your bright and shining face
Would shine in candle one,
And grant by your almighty grace
That we embrace the Son.
© Desiring God
By John Piper. © Desiring God. Website: desiringGod.org
The priests and merchants in the hills,
And girls and women at the mills,
Had smiled at old man Zach as long
As many could recall. "The song!"
They'd shout, when he returned to them
From duty in Jerusalem,
"The song!" For twenty years they'd sung
The song, and put it on the tongue
Of children when they told the tale
Of how the "Desert John" was born.
That's what they called his son.
The corn
Would crush between the wheels
As women worked to make the meals
For half a dozen priests from old
Abijah's clan. Then they'd be told,
"The clan is back! And old man Zach
Is coming up the hill!" With pack
And staff and ninety years of life,
—Or more, some said—he'd climb.
His wife
Had met him on the ridge until
She died. Most say she'd taken ill
Because the desert took her boy.
She groaned for days and cried, "Destroy
Your snakes and vipers, wilderness,
But not my son!" The boy was less
Than twelve the first time he had not
Returned. And then before he'd got
A beard upon his face he ceased
To come at all. And facing east
Upon her simple mat she died.
But not the old man Zach. He'd cried
For her and John, but then he took
His staff and pack and sacred book.
And kept his yearly vigil for
Another fifteen years. "Adore
The God who gives and God who takes,"
He used to say. "The Sovereign makes
No large or small mistakes."
When he
And other hill-born priests would be
A furlong from the village mill,
The shout would rise, "He's on the hill!"
And girls would leave their grinding stones.
"The song! The song!" they'd shout. The tones
Were struck and all would sing—just four
Short lines for old man Zach, no more:
"A barren womb has given birth,
A desert boy from desert sprung.
Who can foresee the baby's worth,
The boy who made his father young?"
And it was true: the boy had made
His father young. Old Zach had prayed
That God would let him see the day
When John would lift his voice and say,
"Prepare! Prepare the way of God!"
Now thirty years gone by, he trod
This one last time the village hill,
And at the setting of the sun lay still
With fever in his face.
The men
Kept vigil through the night, and when
His breath was almost gone, he said,
"John, John." An old friend stroked his head.
For all they knew the boy'd been dead
For fifteen years. The sky turned red
Along the eastern ridge. His breath
Would pause, and then, evading death,
Return, each time more soft. And then,
Against the blood-red sky, the men
Saw silhouetted like a black
And brawny desert priest, with pack
And staff and sacred book, the frame
Of John. They knew it, for he came
Straight to the simple shelter where
He'd lived for half his life. And there,
Without a word to those who sat
Spellbound, he knelt beside the mat.
And as he bent, his long black hair
Fell ‘round their face like answered prayer,
And made a holy tent. He kissed
His father's eyes with glazen mist,
The first flesh he had touched for ten
Long, lonely years plus five. And then
He put his lips beside the old
Man's waiting ear and said, "Behold,
A voice that in the desert cries,
‘Prepare the way of God!'" The eyes
Of Zechariah twitched. His hand
Rose as if drawn from heaven, the grand
Gesture of a grateful priest.
And as the glory of the east
Began to shine, his arm fell ‘round
John's neck, then softly to the ground.
O God, our arms and hope are weak:
He has been gone so long!
But He alone is all we seek!
O that your bright and shining face
Would shine in candle one,
And grant by your almighty grace
That we embrace the Son.
© Desiring God
By John Piper. © Desiring God. Website: desiringGod.org
What is Advent?
What Is Advent?
December 2, 2009 | By: Noel Piper | Category: Commentary
We are a people of promise. For centuries, God prepared people for the coming of his Son, our only hope for life. At Christmas we celebrate the fulfillment of the promises God made—that he would give a way to draw near to him.
Advent is what we call the season leading up to Christmas. It begins four Sundays before December 25, sometimes in the last weekend of November, sometimes on the first Sunday in December. This year it was November 29.
1 Peter 1:10-12 is a clear description of what we look back to during Advent.
Concerning this salvation, the prophets who prophesied about the grace that was to be yours searched and inquired carefully, inquiring what person or time the Spirit of Christ in them was indicating when he predicted the sufferings of Christ and the subsequent glories. It was revealed to them that they were serving not themselves but you, in the things that have now been announced to you through those who preached the good news to you by the Holy Spirit sent from heaven, things into which angels long to look. (1 Peter 1:10-12 )
For four weeks, it’s as if we’re re-enacting, remembering the thousands of years God’s people were anticipating and longing for the coming of God’s salvation, for Jesus. That’s what advent means—coming. Even God’s men who foretold the grace that was to come didn’t know “what person or time the Spirit of Christ in them was indicating." They were waiting, but they didn’t know what God’s salvation would look like.
In fact, God revealed to them that they were not the ones who would see the sufferings and glory of God’s Christ:
They were serving not themselves but you, in the things that have now been announced to you through those who preached the good news to you by the Holy Spirit sent from heaven.
They were serving us. We Christians on this side of Jesus’ birth are a God-blessed, happy people because we know God’s plan. The ancient waiting is over. We have the greatest reason to celebrate.
(Adapted from Treasuring God in Our Traditions)
December 2, 2009 | By: Noel Piper | Category: Commentary
We are a people of promise. For centuries, God prepared people for the coming of his Son, our only hope for life. At Christmas we celebrate the fulfillment of the promises God made—that he would give a way to draw near to him.
Advent is what we call the season leading up to Christmas. It begins four Sundays before December 25, sometimes in the last weekend of November, sometimes on the first Sunday in December. This year it was November 29.
1 Peter 1:10-12 is a clear description of what we look back to during Advent.
Concerning this salvation, the prophets who prophesied about the grace that was to be yours searched and inquired carefully, inquiring what person or time the Spirit of Christ in them was indicating when he predicted the sufferings of Christ and the subsequent glories. It was revealed to them that they were serving not themselves but you, in the things that have now been announced to you through those who preached the good news to you by the Holy Spirit sent from heaven, things into which angels long to look. (1 Peter 1:10-12 )
For four weeks, it’s as if we’re re-enacting, remembering the thousands of years God’s people were anticipating and longing for the coming of God’s salvation, for Jesus. That’s what advent means—coming. Even God’s men who foretold the grace that was to come didn’t know “what person or time the Spirit of Christ in them was indicating." They were waiting, but they didn’t know what God’s salvation would look like.
In fact, God revealed to them that they were not the ones who would see the sufferings and glory of God’s Christ:
They were serving not themselves but you, in the things that have now been announced to you through those who preached the good news to you by the Holy Spirit sent from heaven.
They were serving us. We Christians on this side of Jesus’ birth are a God-blessed, happy people because we know God’s plan. The ancient waiting is over. We have the greatest reason to celebrate.
(Adapted from Treasuring God in Our Traditions)
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Advent
The Advent season is upon us.
Author, pastor John Piper has written several poems ending each with a candle lighting verse. Over the next few weeks as we prepare for the advent of Christ, in his second coming, being reminded of it in the celebration of his 1st coming, I will be serializing some of Pipers Advent poems. The first is the following, I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
Advent Beauty, by John Piper
November 28, 1982
Tilting on her yearly track
Advent beauty circles back,
Flying faster with the years,
Hardly giving time for tears
First to dry upon the cheek—
Has it been more than a week
In the ground now winter cold?
Has there really been a spring
When the birds began to sing?
Has there been both summer, fall
Since the Baby in the stall
Called us with a Christmas bell
to sing, O Come, Immanuel?
Tilting on her yearly track
Advent beauty circles back,
Flying faster with the years—
Ah, but overtaking fears.
Let the Lord of advent lift
Every care (an early gift!);
See the Savior and the Son
Shine in advent candle one.
© Desiring God
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Please include the following statement on any distributed copy: By John Piper. © Desiring God. Website: desiringGod.org
Wikipedia defines it this way: Advent (from the Latin word adventus meaning "coming") is a season observed in many Western Christian churches, a time of expectant waiting and preparation for the celebration of the Nativity of Jesus at Christmas.
The progression of the season may be marked with an Advent calendar,(our kids have received theirs from Abi's mum, as is her tradition every year, and they are dutifully and joyfully opening each widow, day by day). Advent starts on the fourth Sunday before December 25, the Sunday between November 27 and December 3 inclusive.
Latin adventus is the translation of the Greek word parousia, commonly used in reference to the Second Coming. Christians believe that the season of Advent serves a reminder both of the original waiting that was done by the Hebrews for the birth of their Messiah as well as the waiting of Christians for the second coming of Christ. Many, like our family, have the tradition of creating an Advent wreath. Each week we light a candle representing something leading up to Christ's coming.
Author, pastor John Piper has written several poems ending each with a candle lighting verse. Over the next few weeks as we prepare for the advent of Christ, in his second coming, being reminded of it in the celebration of his 1st coming, I will be serializing some of Pipers Advent poems. The first is the following, I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
Advent Beauty, by John Piper
November 28, 1982
Tilting on her yearly track
Advent beauty circles back,
Flying faster with the years,
Hardly giving time for tears
First to dry upon the cheek—
Has it been more than a week
In the ground now winter cold?
Has there really been a spring
When the birds began to sing?
Has there been both summer, fall
Since the Baby in the stall
Called us with a Christmas bell
to sing, O Come, Immanuel?
Tilting on her yearly track
Advent beauty circles back,
Flying faster with the years—
Ah, but overtaking fears.
Let the Lord of advent lift
Every care (an early gift!);
See the Savior and the Son
Shine in advent candle one.
© Desiring God
Permissions: You are permitted and encouraged to reproduce and distribute this material in any format provided that you do not alter the wording in any way and do not charge a fee beyond the cost of reproduction. For web posting, a link to this document on our website is preferred. Any exceptions to the above must be approved by Desiring God.
Please include the following statement on any distributed copy: By John Piper. © Desiring God. Website: desiringGod.org
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