Advent 1C
December 2, 2018

St. Luke 21:25-36 - NRSV

The Coming of the Son of Man

25 “There will be signs in the sun, the moon, and the stars, and on the earth distress among nations confused by the roaring of the sea and the waves. 26 People will faint from fear and foreboding of what is coming upon the world, for the powers of the heavens will be shaken. 27 Then they will see ‘the Son of Man coming in a cloud’ with power and great glory. 28 Now when these things begin to take place, stand up and raise your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.”

The Lesson of the Fig Tree

29 Then he told them a parable: “Look at the fig tree and all the trees; 30 as soon as they sprout leaves you can see for yourselves and know that summer is already near. 31 So also, when you see these things taking place, you know that the kingdom of God is near. 32 Truly I tell you, this generation will not pass away until all things have taken place. 33 Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away.

Exhortation to Watch

34 “Be on guard so that your hearts are not weighed down with dissipation and drunkenness and the worries of this life, and that day does not catch you unexpectedly, 35 like a trap. For it will come upon all who live on the face of the whole earth. 36 Be alert at all times, praying that you may have the strength to escape all these things that will take place, and to stand before the Son of Man.”

A Poem a Sunday

Advent I - C

Advent Lament

I find no comfort

in cliché ridden

responses to the

unseemly tragedies

spawned every day.

“God is good,

all the time.

All the time,

God is good.”

…rubs salt into

the wounds of life

and throws fuel

on the inner pyre.

Times there are

when solace

will not be

and when

cries of lament

are not a remedy

and Second Comings

a mythology.

Earthen lives

are all we know.

We are amazing

stardust,

but where do we go?

What becomes

of consciousness

when life is gone,

we lose our breath…

There is no comfort

in clichés

when the Divine

seems absent

in tragedies.

Copyright by Kenn Storck

@2018 – A Poem a Sunday

My be used with permission

kennstorck@gmail.com