It snowed about an inch late last night - everything is quiet and fragile in a bright dusting - and I'm the first one up! Of course, after three worship celebrations - and conversation with the NYC contingent late into the evening - no one got to bed before 2 am. So I am off to walk the dogs and then get the turkey roasting. Hot tea and presents will commence soon, too.
This is a blessed day - not just because it is a feast with family (although I'm totally down with that) - but also because of the spiritual mystery of God's presence being born in powerlessness. In many ways I am like Mary, "My spirit rejoices in God my Savior." Blessings to you all.
WHEN LOVE COMES TO TOWN: REFLECTIONS ON TENDERNESS IN A CHAOTIC CULTURE
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And also to you, good friend.
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