by Prasanta | Dec 30, 2015 | Hope, Jesus
The song “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day” reminds me of Job when I read the following lines: And in despair I bowed my head: ‘There is no peace on earth, ‘ I said ‘For hate is strong, and mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to...
by Prasanta | Dec 25, 2015 | Advent, Jesus, Uncategorized
After the waiting, the seeking, the hoping, the receiving, the rejoicing, is a time to rest. No more striving, no more hoping, no more seeking, no more waiting. It is the time to simply rest. We are, in a sense, in a long sabbath rest. We are in a time of resting even...
by Prasanta | Dec 23, 2015 | Christmas, Prayer
18 years ago, when she was born on this day, Christmas Eve, at 10:04 in the morning, she was not breathing. Thankfully, the hospital had a NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) and an emergency team ready- and she was intubated. After I awoke from general anesthesia...
by Prasanta | Dec 22, 2015 | Advent, Uncategorized
Can you remember a time when you expectantly waited for something for days, weeks, months, even years? And when you finally received that thing which you hoped for, do you remember the joy that followed? Last week, I wrote about hope . After hope, comes the...
by Prasanta | Dec 17, 2015 | Advent, Hope
Conversations are replete with statements of events, gatherings, to-do lists… I rarely hear anyone say they have ample time to rest this time of year. Is it possible to choose rest and consider long and deep the meaning of the holy night so long ago? Instead, I...
by Prasanta | Dec 13, 2015 | Home, Poetry, Uncategorized
When Home It isn’t simply the camellias or dogwoods that draw me home but a string that pulls, pushes Appalachia aside and drags me under the Chattahoochee with the catfish. I resurface in the creek down the street, catch my breath on a blanket of pine...
by Prasanta | Dec 7, 2015 | Advent, Uncategorized, Waiting
A star burned one night, leading wise men from the East. It led those people who were accustomed to seeking. People accustomed to the night sky. People accustomed to wondering. People accustomed to looking upward toward the heavens. God sent a message about a...
