Wednesday, December 14, 2016

The Intersection



Here we stand on this busy street corner
At the intersection of memories and tradition

The traffic circle where what we believe
and what we hope for
and we hope in

Merge

And yet the temptation is to rubberneck

To look at the pretty lights
Tear open the carefully wrapped presents
Admire the Nativity sets for their beauty
rather than their meaning

And while there's nothing wrong with
enjoying the scenery
Perhaps it would help to remind ourselves
that the ultimate destination
of this Baby's journey
is the Cross
and the Tomb

And we are here at the intersection

of God's grace
and our sin

The traffic circle where His love for us
and our hopelessness without Him

Merge

poem by Mark Jackson

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