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Thursday, December 2, 2021

Poem: “The Coming of God” by Ann Weems

 Our God is the One who comes to us       

in a burning bush, 

in an angel’s song, 

in a newborn child.

Our God is the One who cannot be found 

locked in a church, 

not even in the sanctuary.

Our God will be where God will be 

with no constraints, 

no predictability.

Our God lives where our God lives, 

and destruction has no power 

and even death cannot stop the living.

Our God will be born where God will be born, 

but there is no place to look for the One who comes to us.

When God is ready 

God will come 

even to a godforsaken place 

like a stable in Bethlehem.

Watch … for you know not when 

God comes.

Watch, that you might be found whenever 

wherever God comes.

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