No Christian is solitary. Through baptism we become members one of another in Christ, may we never forget it.
Malcolm Guite wrote the following sonnet for this time of the church’s year, a time which has become known as the Kingdom season:
Our King is calling from the hungry furrows
Whilst we are cruising through the aisles of plenty,
Our hoardings screen us from the man of sorrows,
Our soundtracks drown his murmur, ‘I am thirsty’.
He stands in line to sign in as a stranger
And seek a welcome from the world he made,
We see him only as a threat, a danger,
He asks for clothes, we strip – search him instead.
And if he should fall sick then we take care
That he does not infect our private health,
We lock him in the prisons of our fear
Lest he unlock the prisons of our wealth.
But still on Sunday we shall stand and sing
The praises of our hidden Lord and King
The annual cycle of the Church’s year moves towards its end with the Feast of Christ the King. The year that begins with the hope of the coming Messiah ends with the proclamation of his universal sovereignty. The ascension of Christ has revealed him to be Lord of earth and heaven, and final judgement is one of his proper kingly purposes. Pray that we may be ready to meet him when he comes.
With my love and prayers: Mo. AndiRead More