Hope was born in a stable, and those the world had judged wise came to see. After witnessing this fragile new hope, the Magi “went home by a different way.” They were not the same.
My thoughts this Epiphany are filled with both the fragile new hope that I saw born at the UN climate change talks in Durban, and the bitter disappointment that calls us to go home by a new and different way.
Like so many Canadian celebrities, it had to go make it big in the United States before it could come back to Canada and be welcomed. I’m talking about the Occupy Wall Street movement, which was born in Vancouver at Adbusters magazine.
Summer brings many blessings such as the opportunity to spend yesterday with the fine MDiv Summer Distance students at Atlantic School of Theology. These students have studied hard over these last weeks, and will head back to home and learning sites today, as I head for Berwick Camp to join the 140th annual encampment. This camp community continues to work hard to recover from last December's devastating storm, and I will carry the love and support of the church with me.
I had my picture taken last night embracing Hope. Hope is one of the cows Jeff Peters and other Kingston, ON, area farmers are caring for while hoping prison farms will be reinstated, and they will have a ready herd for them to get restarted.
Someone asked the question on another thread, along the lines of:
Is faith accepting everything everyone says, and developing your own truth?
If it's a fair question to ask, What is faith? (Not so much the content of what the faith is in, but faith in and of itself) Is it belief? Trust? Hope? What does the word 'faith' mean to you?
The following is my draft of my sermon for tomorrow. Felt the impulse to share it. I am not as technologically sophisticated as some others on WC so I just have to paste it in. May you find cause for joy tomorrow and through the challenges of this season. Jim
