Returning from exile, the people are planted like seed by the provident hand of God.
The people of the law go forth from Zion as exiles, resident aliens, strangers in a strange land.
Being faithful in small things, let us endure to the end.
Hope grows in the face of need, for need creates yearning.
The eyes of faith will see the Incarnation encoded in all of holy writ.
The earthbound sinner, set free, sees life as something new and astounding.
God devises a plan against what is contorted in us, shifting and fitting our affections to their rightful object.
The hearer rides the rhythm, floats upon the feeling of what is good, what is sorrowful, what is lost, what is found.
Formed in the womb, elected for words to the nations, the preacher is not a man of his own word.
Jesus’ love is the white flame that burns away our self-destruction, leaving only the brilliance of his own burning.