December 1, 2008

Life Spent Preparing

The head of John the Baptist stretched high atop his shoulders./ With sweet and buggy breath, it bellowed out, across the Jordan,/ Prepare Him a way! Make His paths straight!

The head of John the Baptist bent low when he baptized the Lamb./ The sight of his Lord and the sound of God’s voice put a thought in John’s head./ He must increase. I must decrease.

The head of John the Baptist pressed hard against the wall of his cell./ Disconnected from the body of his followers, a sense of doubt grew in his mind./ Was his cousin really the One?

The head of John the Baptist hung from a saddle, bouncing inside a wet sack./ Up the Jordan a hundred miles, from prison to palace – first time in Galilee./ Then it went to a girl on a platter.

The head of John the Baptist was an outrage all over Israel./ The people’s disfavor made their leaders slow to repeat that same crime./ For a time, Christ was safe in Judea!

John’s head, once again, had prepared the Lord’s way.

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