December 15, 2022

Speaking of the Dead, herein lies one of their many astute theological observations:

“It takes dynamite to get me up / Too much of everything is just enough /One more thing that I gotta say / I need a miracle every day.”

I need a miracle every day. That is theme song of low anthropology (i.e. reality), is it not? If you think you don’t, then, well, God has nothing to say to you. Except maybe something like this.

“Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You are like whitewashed tombs, which look beautiful on the outside but on the inside are full of the bones of the dead and everything unclean.” (Matthew 23:27)

Don’t forget the words spoken to once proud King Lear: “Thy life’s a miracle. Speak yet again.”

“Merciful God, who sent your messengers the prophets to preach repentance and prepare the way for our salvation: Give us grace to heed their warnings and forsake our sins, that we may greet with joy the coming of Jesus Christ our Redeemer; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.” (Second Sunday of Advent – BCP)