When Love Died

She picked the fruit, a tasty treat,
While Adam ate and said naught.
He paused to listen; judgment seat;
As cherubim stand and watch
The day that love died.

They brought their gifts to fulfill.
One cast high; one found lacking.
So brother called brother to a hill
And covered blood with lying.
That day love died.

She gave the blanket to her daughter,
Who wrapped the sleeping child,
And cast him on the reedy water
While Pharaoh’s men went wild,
The day that love died.

He turned his eye in lust and pride
Upon the bathing beauty.
So he called her to his side
As Uriah paid death’s duty.
That day love died.

They stood and watched all the day,
Upon a hill called Calvary.
Casting lots, “Please,” they prayed
To the Man on the tree,
The day that Love died.

He came to set things right,
To ransom those bound and free.
With blood spilt, He won the fight,
The God-Man upon a tree.
Love Triumphant; love survived.

Nancy Jones (c) 2014; all rights reserved

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The phrase, “when love died” found its way into my consciousness one night towards the end of this Lenten Season as I was drifting off to sleep.  Fast on its heels was a portion of verse, which had me getting out of bed, turning on the lamp, and writing it down before returning once more to the land of nod.  Contemplating all of it the next day and the days that followed, particularly in connection with what lay ahead–Passion Week, Palm Sunday, Holy Week–and all of the love and sacrifice found throughout, resulted in the poem found above.  Alleluia – Christ is Risen!

Tabernacle to Cross: The Blood of Christ

Following is what can only be termed my final paper prior to graduation from Cranmer Theological House.  The course under which this paper was written was a Leviticus / Hebrews course offered for the first time this past Spring.  The seminary’s dean, Dr. Curtis Crenshaw, taught the class.  At the time I turned in this paper to Dr. Crenshaw I mentioned that it was my final one for the seminary.  His response? Oh no; now comes preparing for exams…with papers!  The exams in question is in actuality my oral exam to become a deaconess in the Reformed Episcopal Church, and yes, there is still studying to be done for that.  Onward and upward… Continue reading

Adoption

Like a dark sheath of prideful dress,
Rejection came; hers to confess.
Tossing it aside as if to blame,
Discarded; unwanted; adopted name.
And taking up her name of old,
She strode away into the cold.

He paid the price, we knew not then,
Of man’s rejection; of man’s sin.
Only Son; Father well-loved;
Hand to beam; fit like a glove.
Nails drove deep; no other option;
Only way to seal the adoption.

Does she wonder? Does she care?
Will every gesture be met with a stare?
Child of the body; and of the heart;
Brought into the fold only to depart.
Heart-sick with grief; time to let go.
God alone knows how we will cope.

He calls us all to the where and when;
Adopted children; no more sin.
Darkened day with fabric rent;
Blood spilt price for new covenant.
Does she not see? Does she not hear?
Only with Love is there no fear.

Nancy Jones (c) 2013

Goodbye Facebook

For awhile now this website has been “hit or miss” in its postings–my fault entirely, of course, being the owner of the site, since a website is an inanimate object.  There are any number of myriad reasons I could give for the dearth of content here, not the least of which would be Facebook.  Continue reading

Covenant as Nuptial Communion

The following is my Covenant paper (final).  The Rt. Rev. Ray R. Sutton, Ph.D. taught the course.  He is Bishop Coadjutor in the Diocese of Mid America of the Reformed Episcopal Church and is Rector of the Church of the Holy Communion (Dallas, TX).  Bishop Sutton has authored four books on theology, his most recent being Signed, Sealed and Delivered: A Study of Holy Baptism.  As with my paper on the Celtic Nature of Anglicanism, the topic of this paper was fascinating to dig into and much more was found during my research than I was able to incorporate into the paper at the time.  Look for more on this subject in the future. Continue reading

One Silent Night

One silent night o so long ago
Among the shepherd’s flock asleeping,
Did come the sound of angel-song
Pure bright and glory singing.

The great and lowly came as one
As magi followed a star so bright.
Hosanna! Hosanna in the Highest!
All creation did sing that night.

And in the straw-filled manger lay
The One for whom the prophets told,
A Beloved Son – Emmanuel,
Come to Shepherd us to the fold.

Nancy Jones © 2013; all rights reserved

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I originally penned this a couple of years ago.  When I went back to read it, I was struck by its Epiphany tone.  The ending’s been reworked a bit to further that imagery.  It seems appropriate to post it now on Epiphany Sunday.

Within the Mist

Within the mist of the shadowed valley
Holy Comforter, Thou guidest my path.
Within the gloom of the mountains large
Fiery Pillar, Thou lightest my way.
Ere long before I know my purpose
Sweet Jesu, Thou dost see me clear.
Grant me sweet relief in Thy shadow
Lord of All, and bring me to Thy tender rest.

Nancy Jones (c) 2011

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I was moved to write the above a little over a year ago for a dear sister in Christ who was walking “through the valley”.  This time of year always seems to see an uptick in those types of journeys, and so it seemed appropriate to share this now.