Hark My lover here he comes Running to me across the mountains Across the hills My lover speaks he says to me Arise my beloved my beautiful one and come Let me see you Hear your voice For your voice is sweet And you are lovely

The virgin will be with child and bear a son and she shall name him Immanuel which means God is with us Isaiah 7 10-14 God with us Who can believe it Such love and concern for me in my world Can I

Cambridge MA I return today for a third time to the theme of Krishna in Advent nbsp In my first and second reflections on this theme I highlighted famous verses from Chapter 4 of the nbsp Bhagavad Gita and from the commentary on the verses by the medieval theologian Ramanuja There is a lot go

Fr Peter Schineller associate editor at America draws on the wisdom of Mesier Eckhart Origen and St Francis in this reflection for the fourth week of Advent

A man of God came to me he had the appearance of an angel of God terrible indeed He said to me You will be with child and will bear a son The boy shall be consecrated to God from the womb until the day of his death

Snow has fallen this past week throughout Minnesota and more will be falling tonight and tomorrow and the next day In Minnesota we are not dashing through the snow - this is appropriate for one horse open sleighs but not most cars We are however dashing through Advent or at least I am One

Behold the days are coming says the Lord when I will raise up a righteous shoot to David as king he will reign and govern wisely he shall do what is just and right in the land In his days we shall be saved we shall dwell in security This is the name they give him the Lord Jesus our savior

Shout for joy Sing joyfully Be glad and exult with all your heart On that day it shall be said Fear not be not discouraged The Lord your God is in your midst A mighty savior He will sing joyfully because of you And renew you in His love Zephaniah 3 14-18

O God only you are the one I reverence and adore I have no other God For you my soul is thirsting My body pines for you like a dry weary land without water I look to see your face for your love for me is better than life My soul clings to you Your hands surely hold me fast

Third in a series for Advent and Christmas