Kim and friends offer reflections on the Christmas story through the gifts of scripture and art…
This month in anticipation and preparation for the birth of Jesus, Kim and friends will offer reflections on parts of the Christmas story through the gifts of Scripture and art.
We hope you can join us this advent season as we create space for wonder.
December 8
As we celebrate Advent, Kim invites Jon Wright and Lynne Smith to offer their tender and personal reflections on a painting called “The Annunciation” by Renaissance artist Sandro Botticelli.
December 15
Sorry. No recording this week.
Painting for our reflections was “Census at Bethlehem” by Pieter Bruegel (1566).
December 22
As we continue our celebration of Advent, Kim invites Leana Huberts and Ken Bell to offer their personal reflections on a painting called “Nativity at Night” by Geertgen tot Sint Jans (1490).
December 29
Kim leads us in a time of reflecting on her favourite icon, allowing space for us to reflect on our consolations and desolations of 2019, and to listen for God’s invitation for each of us in 2020.
On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its originOn her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text.
A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil.
I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us.
A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil.
I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us.
