Sunday Afternoon Musings
I need a long "think" about the fact that our two year stint of holding the torch at church while the troops regrouped is almost over. It is an unbelievably lovely feeling of lightness one minute and then a grasping for a hand hold so that I don't fall off the next. I suppose we don't really get to just lay our torch down and walk away. We belong here. Our way forward is here. There's still work to do. Our children are here to help and cheer. They've got irons in the fire: our grandchildren to "bring up", a ten-year-old children's ministry, missions to accomplish, and life to live serving the community for Jesus. Irons in the fire that require our united watching and work.
New subject. Winter solstice will soon be here and the days will begin to lengthen. I am so glad. At three thirty in the afternoon, dusk is already falling. Lamp lighting time. The new snow helps, though. Fields of snow under a starlit sky are light enough for walking without artificial light. The moon shining through the trees will cast shadows on such a night. I am longing for a snowshoeing trek, can you tell?
It's December already. There are cookies to bake, carols to be sung, and gifts to be wrapped and exchanged. It's the month of new snow and wet mittens. Firewood ranks by the back door and by the stove. It's the month of hot chocolate and cold toes. Skating and skiing and sledding. Of manger scenes and cantatas. There's music and light shows on main street. Family gatherings, festivals, and feasting. Company parties and bonuses. Dates and dinners.
No wonder December is so special. It is the month that we celebrate the coming of the Messiah, our Savior, the King of Kings who will come again soon. Hallelujah!
And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call His name Jesus; for He shall save His people from their sins. Matthew 1:21