seemingly dancing on blank snow, flecks illuminate light generating warmth in the hearth of one’s life stone where fiery coal burns internally mined by a harbinger holding the breath of one’s own body and soul- riding on currents of rebirth, in winter A Feeling For Snow
The other Carol and I have spent beautiful times in these Laurel Highlands cross country skiing. The little log warming hut, with a pile of split wood inviting a fire in the stove, the long wooden picnic tables carved with memories, the journal that stays there for passersby to record their reflections of this place, is our stop. We eat our peanut butter sandwich, drink our hot tea, and are on our way home. A perfect winter’s day!
“Advent creates people, new People.”
Bonheoffer’s Christmas letter from the Tegel prison to his parents Karl and Paula Bonhoeffer on December 17, 1943.
Viewed from a Christian perspective, Christmas in a prison cell can, of course, hardly be considered particularly problematic. Most likely many of those here in this building will celebrate a more meaningful and authentic Christmas than in places where it is celebrated in name only.
That misery, sorrow, poverty, loneliness, helplessness, and guilt mean something quite different in the eyes of God than according to human judgment; that God turns toward the very places from which humans turn away; that Christ was born in a stable because there was no room for him in the inn — a prisoner grasps this better than others, and for him this is truly good news.
And to the extent he believes it, he knows that he has been placed within the Christian community that goes beyond the scope of all spatial and temporal limits, and the prison walls lose their significance. . . .
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
G-ray clouds don’t gather, H-aze and fog fade away; E-arly Sunday morning
N-ever evades the new day.
A-s February nineteenth break, Z-enith awaits the beacon; U-nderneath the blue sky, E-vening chill is gone.
L-et the weather today remain fine and well; A-im to reach your goal, as you ride a bicycle.
Marilyn, Beth and I rode Ghosttown Trail yesterday. A beautiful, sunny day and good friends. Summer is here!
Edward Shillito was a Free Church pastor in England during WWI. The fractured lives that war produced, the questions of tragedy, anguish, pain that Job and C.S. Lewis tackled, are addressed here. Our God comes to us where and as we are — broken. Our eternity is launched in this very place.
“Jesus of the Scars” – Edward Shillito
If we have never sought, we seek Thee now;
Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars;
We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow,
We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars.
The heavens frighten us; they are too calm;
In all the universe we have no place.
Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm?
Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars, we claim Thy grace.
If, when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near,
Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine;
We know to-day what wounds are, have no fear,
Show us Thy Scars, we know the countersign.
The other gods were strong; but Thou wast weak;
They rode, but Thou didst stumble to a throne;
But to our wounds only God’s wounds can speak,
And not a god has wounds, but Thou alone.
Above the tower — a lone, twice-sized moon.
On the cold river passing night-filled homes,
It scatters restless gold across the waves.
On mats, it shines richer than silken gauze.
Empty peaks, silence: among sparse stars,
Not yet flawed, it drifts. Pine and cinnamon
Spreading in my old garden . . . All light,
All ten thousand miles at once in its light!
Look at the night sky November 14, 2016. The full moon will be closer to the earth than it has been in 68 years. It will look brighter and it will look about 14% larger than usual. The gravitational pull on the earth now and through the next month will be a little stronger because the moon is closer to earth. Because of this the ocean tides will rise about 2 feet to 3 feet above normal. So that you can see this brighter, bigger moon perfectly …wishing you dark nights and clear skies.
Ruth Schweitzer- Greystone Skywatcher.
The Heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. Psalm 19:1