The Church: Participation in Heaven on Earth

I cannot stop thinking about what I can only term “The Liturgy of Heaven.”

Revelation forms the greater part of the imagery, of this thought of mine, but other passages of the Bible and some of my experiences with Nature contribute.

I see all the angels and saints arrayed around the Throne, in the midst of which is the Slain and Victorious Lamb, before which is the sea of glass intermingled with fire. It is not, to me, mere imagery I read in a book: it is full of life and meaning. Even the sea of glass intermingled with fire means to me something which I have begun to know but cannot utter. Continue reading “The Church: Participation in Heaven on Earth”

The Heavenly Priesthood: The Son in Creation and the Father in the Son

In the beginning was the Word, the Eternal Son, the High Priest of all creation. Being the Word through which the Father created and sustains everything, He is the fitting Priest, the fitting Mediator between God and Creation, through whom God reveals Himself to Creation, giving her being and life, and in whom she adores God and gives herself back to Him in glad worship and joyous sacrifice.

The Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen His glory, the glory of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth. He was like us in all ways, sin excepting, having been tempted in every manner just as we are, but without sin, and so He is able to be a fitting High Priest to His brethren, able to make those who have sinned to be without sin just as He is without sin.

Mankind was created, both man and woman, in the image of God – in the likeness of the Word Continue reading “The Heavenly Priesthood: The Son in Creation and the Father in the Son”

The Love That Bore the Cross For Me (When Every Step’s an Uphill Battle)

When every step’s an uphill battle

And every victory’s followed by a cliff to climb

When the foe stands atop every precipice

And I just want to collapse

I remember

The Love that bore the Cross for me

Stands with hands held out

The hands that caught me when I fell

Sustained me when I could do no more

And give me victories that I could never win Continue reading “The Love That Bore the Cross For Me (When Every Step’s an Uphill Battle)”