30 December, 2010
Song for a Bitter, Brutal Night
I used to think it funny, maybe a bit strange; how shared song and mirth, born of the Christ-Mass could drive away the Winter chill.
It is His birth, His life, His crucifixion and resurrection all conjoined in our own lives that drives the cold death away.
Blessings dear and beloved ones. Epiphany and the Star and Wise Men wait on the horizon.