Friday, December 25, 2015
The maker of Mary, He was born of Mary;
The son of David, He is David’s Lord;
The maker of earth, made on earth;
Creator of Heaven, created under Heaven;
He is Himself the day which the Lord made, the day of our heart, that is the Lord.
He lies in a manger, but holds the world;
He is nursed by Mary, but feeds the Angels;
He is wrapped in swaddling clothes, but vests us with immortality;
He found no place in the inn, but makes for Himself a temple in the hearts of all who believe in Him.
He who so loves us, that for our sakes
He was made in time, through Whom all times were made;
Was in the world less in age than His servants, though older than the world itself in His eternity;
Was made man, who made man;
Was created by a mother, whom He created;
Was carried by hands that He formed;
Cried in the manger in wordless infancy;
He is the Word, without Whom all human eloquence is mute.
- St. Augustine (A.D. 354-430)
Friday, December 18, 2015
Driving through the parking garage at work this morning, I was behind someone who was moving at a pace slower than I could push my car. “What’s up with this guy driving like my grandmother?” I wondered. When he parked I saw him heads-down, presumably looking at his mobile device. “That’s it,” I said, “he was driving at texting speed.”