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Faith Daily | 25 November 2022

PRAYER of the DAY - APBA p605

Stir up, we pray you, O Lord,

the wills of your faithful people,

that they, plenteously bringing forth the fruit of good works,

may by you be plenteously rewarded;

through Jesus Christ our Lord.


GOSPEL for the Day: Luke 21: 29-33

29Then he told them a parable: “Look at the fig tree and all the trees; 30as soon as they sprout leaves you can see for yourselves and know that summer is already near. 31So also, when you see these things taking place, you know that the kingdom of God is near. 32Truly I tell you, this generation will not pass away until all things have taken place. 33Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away.


We could be caught off guard with this passage as Jesus moves into a parable of a lovely rural landscape. However, these words sit in the midst of torrid predictions of the destruction of the temple, and the end time. So, the reality is that this parable is just as dramatic.

The prediction of the ‘end time’ has caused many cults, and indeed ordinary people, to be pessimistic if not go a bit crazy. In the season of the church at present, we indeed focus on these apocalyptic images because Advent is about the second coming of Christ, the end time of the making of God’s kingdom. Tomorrow’s passage, ie, the next words of Jesus, will help us focus on what is really our call as his followers – that is, to be alert, to be ready – and to not let the anxieties of the day weigh us down and distract us from the truth. God is in control and will, literally (as we hear today) have the final word.

And for some reason Dylan Thomas’ poem came into my mind; that part of our alertness is not to give into the prediction of life that is, but what it could be. To believe passionately and to live passionately, into the ‘good night’.

(We remember also Thomas’ other most well known poem, “Death has no dominion” based on Romans 9:4)

FINAL PRAYER “Do not go gentle into that good night” Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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