Naked Sentinel

(Post originally appeared on This is our Christmas tree, and no, we aren't getting ready to drag it out to the curb. It's been naked and waiting since the day we bought it. I had a vision of decorating it Christmas Eve, the way they did in Ye Olden Days, when the twinkling lights adorning the branches were candles and the risk of fire was significant. Back when Christmas began rather than ended on December 25th. It's a vision I've entertained for decades; a romantic notion fed from books by Laura Ingalls Wilder and Charles Dickens. My darling Dolce puts up with my fancies and was willing to try the Christmas Eve thing this year. But sometimes life intrudes. My dad died D

If You are Currently in Darkness

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. (John 1:5) Advent has been troubling. My dad's been in the hospital since Thanksgiving, dealing with some pretty serious health issues. The young adult daughter of a lovely, generous couple fell ill this week and died. A friend who's led a torturous life and who battles addiction as a result tried heroin for the first time and loved it. There were bomb threats at Sandy Hook Elementary School. A child seeking refuge in the United States died of dehydration on our soil and on our watch. And then, of course, there's politics. The weather is rainy and dark, and the world seems to echo the pensiveness of Advent; this time of

The Sex Shifting of Eve and Jesus

The passage below is Day 8 in the Our Gender-Full God section of Transfigured. It offers a concept for Advent contemplation; Jesus, forming himself in Mary's womb in order to be like all of us, in all ways. The man gave names to all cattle, and to the birds of the air, and to every animal of the field; but for the man there was not found a helper as his partner. So the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon the man, and he slept; then he took one of his ribs and closed up its place with flesh. And the rib that the Lord God had taken from the man he made into a woman and brought her to the man. Then the man said, “This at last is bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; this one shall be ca

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