Rev. Lindy Purdy’s Blog

I heard a word . . . Logos     December 13, 2016

Logos is Greek for “word.” In its Greek form, it implies a plea to logic, and it is the root of our word “logic.”  In a theological context logos means the Word of God, or principle of divine reason and creative order.  For John, the author of the fourth gospel, Jesus is the word, the logos, God speaking and revealing Godself to the world.

I love the thought of God choosing a baby, a just-beginning-person, to be the vehicle of revealing and speaking to us.  Someone we can learn to love, and learn from how to love.

And I find it ironic and that this baby Jesus would not have been at all logical in that day.  The world was looking for a powerful prophet or a mighty king.  Logos of God—speak to us, make your word known to us.

I heard a word . . .November 27 to December 4, 2016

I heard a word this week that caught my attention. That word is “decree.” It is not a word that is used much today, but most of us have heard it, and for many of us it brings to mind a very familiar passage of scripture. “In those days, a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered.” (Luke 2:1) A decree is an order, a command or a dictate. Caesar Augustus was the founder and first Emperor of the Roman Empire. He was the richest and most powerful person in the world when Jesus was born in an obscure corner of the Empire. Emperor Augustus ordered a census of all the people in the world, right at the time when Jesus entered the world. What an interesting collision of power.    Lindy

I heard a word . . .December 6, 2016

The word that has been with me this week is burlap; yes, that scratchy, smelly, unrefined fabric.  It reminds me of Christmas and Christmas pageants and little boy shepherds.  Perhaps because one year ago I had a little boy shepherd grandson, and thirty years ago I made six burlap shepherd costumes for the Christmas pageant at my church when I had a little boy son shepherd.  It also reminds me of the scratchy, smelly place where Jesus was born—in an animal stable.  This was not where or how anyone expected “The almighty King” the “Prince of Peace,” the “Savior of the World” to appear.  Makes me wonder about the scratchy, smelly places in my life.  Lindy

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