Stones Into Bread

*** Revised Common Lectionary *** Lectionary Reading: Mark 1:9-15 CLASSIC POEM: A Spiritual Song, Concerning Our Holy Baptism George Macdonald To Jordan when our Lord had gone, His Father’s pleasure willing, He took his baptism of St. John, His work and charge fulfilling; Therein he did appoint a bath To wash us from defilement, And there to drown that cruel Death In his blood of assoilment: ’Twas no less than a new life. Let all then hear and right receive The baptism of the Father; And learn what Christians must believe, Shunning where heretics gather. Water indeed, not water mere Therein can work his pleasure: His holy Word is also there With Spirit rich, unmeasured: He is the one baptizer. This clearly showed He by his word Of open recognition; The Father’s voice men plainly heard At Jordan claim his mission. God said, This is my own dear Son In whom I am well contented; To you I send him, every one– That all may hear I have sent him, And follow what he teaches. Also God’s Son himself here stands In human presentation; On him the Holy Ghost descends In dove-like shape and fashion, That not a doubt should ever rise That, when we are baptized, All the three Persons do baptize; And they be recognized Themselves come to dwell with us. Christ to his scholars says: Go forth, Give to all men acquaintance That lost in sin lies the whole earth, And must turn to repentance. Believe, and be baptized, and then Each man is blest for ever; From that hour he’s a new-born man, And thenceforth, dying never, The kingdom shall inherit. But who in this grace puts no faith Abides in sin, life misses; He is condemned to endless death Deep down in hell’s abysses. Nothing avails his righteousness, And lost are all his merits; Sin original holds its place– The sin which he inherits; And help himself he cannot. The eye but water doth behold As from man’s hand it floweth; But inward faith the power untold Of Jesus Christ’s blood knoweth: Faith sees therein a red flood roll, With Christ’s blood dyed and blended, Which hurt of every kind makes whole, Whether from Adam heired Or by ourselves committed. *** This poem is in the public domain, and may be read in a live-streamed worship service. CONTEMPORARY POEM: Stones Into Bread Malcolm Guite SNIPPET: The Fountain thirsts, the Bread is hungry here The Light is dark, the Word without a voice. When darkness speaks it seems so light and clear. Now He must dare, with us, to make a choice. In a distended belly’s cruel curve He feels the famine of the ones who lose … [ READ THE FULL POEM ]