Two old drawings of light, to celebrate St Lucy.
Tag: Advent doodle
Advent doodle 3: Jesus and the little children
The new testament reading set for morning prayer today, when we remember St Nicholas of Myra, is Mark 10.13-16:
People were bringing little children to him in order that he might touch them; and the disciples spoke sternly to them. But when Jesus saw this, he was indignant and said to them, ‘Let the little children come to me; do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of God belongs. Truly I tell you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will never enter it.’ And he took them up in his arms, laid his hands on them, and blessed them.
Advent doodle 2
Rich pickings again (visually speaking) from the daily Eucharistic lectionary: Isaiah 11.1-10 and Luke 10.21-24. Look away now if you don’t like snakes. Also, look away now if you’re not keen on poor quality drawings of people and prefer word-based art like yesterday’s doodle.
A shoot shall come out from the stock of Jesse, and a branch shall grow out of his roots….
The nursing child shall play over the hole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put its hand on the adder’s den. They will not hurt or destroy on all my holy mountain; for the earth will be full of the knowledge of the Lord as the waters cover the sea.
At that same hour Jesus rejoiced in the Holy Spirit and said, ‘I thank you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and the intelligent and have revealed them to infants; yes, Father, for such was your gracious will.
Advent doodle 1: Hills of the North, rejoice
I don’t know yet if I’ll try for (let alone succeed at) a doodle a day again, but here’s day one, based on the readings from today’s Eucharist (bits of Isaiah 2 & Matthew 8) and the hymn that seemed most to resonate with them.
We are those who come
from North and South
and East and West;
We are those who come
not in our own right,
but by the grace of God;
We are those who come late,
unclean, and unprepared;
We are those who, as beloved guests,
sometimes need reminding
that we do not own this:
it is a gift that we may come as we are
to become all we were created to be.