Advent’s Alpha

Here is Advent’s Alpha, upon an ass astride,

Riding to our churches, where we with Him abide,

Crucified together and clothed in Easter skin.

Advent yearly takes us the place we’ve always been.

We hear the desert Voice who hails the holy Lamb,

And readies us to see the Babe in Bethlehem.

John’s finger points to Him, whom sages had foretold,

And we in word and meal, with eyes of faith behold.

He gives the blind their sight, He makes the lame to walk,

He preaches to the poor, by Him the mute can talk.

And we who come bereaved, diseased in heart and soul,

Are by His healing touch, restored and rendered whole.

Yahweh came to Israel, was born to bear our sin,

Comes in font and altar, and shall return again.

O Jesus, Advent King, whose reign’s replete with grace,

Each day of this new year, Your image on us trace.

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  1. Chuck Hagan, Gloria Dei Lutheran Church, Escondido CA on said:

    4 U ALL (ADVENT’S ALPHA & MORE FROM JOHN)

    I’ve been following Chad for about two years now; a young man with a pastoral mindset, but one who sits in the driver’s seat of semi instead of standing in a pulpit. He has a unique perspective of the gritty, soiled persona of the sinner, wrapped in a theological cloak of a saint.

    He, like I, understand that we are Saint and sinners at the same time. Or as Luther might say: “Simul justus et peccator.” (Latin simul, “simultaneous” + Latin justus, “righteous” + Latin et, “and” + Latin peccator, “sinner”).

    Chad composed this beautiful Advent poem:

    Here is Advent’s Alpha, upon an ass astride,
    Riding to our churches, where we with Him abide,
    Crucified together and clothed in Easter skin.
    Advent yearly takes us the place we’ve always been.

    We hear the desert Voice who hails the holy Lamb,
    And readies us to see the Babe in Bethlehem.
    John’s finger points to Him, whom sages had foretold,
    And we in word and meal, with eyes of faith behold.

    He gives the blind their sight, He makes the lame to walk,
    He preaches to the poor, by Him the mute can talk.
    And we who come bereaved, diseased in heart and soul,
    Are by His healing touch, restored and rendered whole.

    Yahweh came to Israel, was born to bear our sin,
    Comes in font and altar, and shall return again.
    O Jesus, Advent King, whose reign’s replete with grace,
    Each day of this new year, Your image on us trace.
    — Chad Bird

    I’ll bet Bonnie, our music director, could set these words to music for an Advent hymn for next year. I’ll ask Chad for his permission and we shall see.

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