Thursday of the Third Week of Advent

✠ | TODAY'S READINGS

Prepare by Cindy Thomas 

A feeding trough in a hillside cave, a little straw, a swaddling cloth - a baby took his first breath unnoticed by a town that had no room. 

Nobody knew that time had been invaded, split in two, as human and divine were forever fused in flesh and bone, tissue and blood, the fragile body of a newborn child. No body knew that within his tiny chest beat the very heart of God. 

It doesn’t take much to receive him. No fanfare, no gilded cradle. He doesn’t ask to be swaddled in silk or adorned with gold. He only asks for a longing heart, an earnest cry, a yearning soul where he can grow, human and divine forever fused in you.

Special thanks to Amanda Alexandre, SGA President, SFC '22 for finding and sharing this poem.