On the twelfth day of Christmas, we put away the Advent wreath. It was still lit and twinkling, all without flame and smoke. A minor miracle for those of us with respiratory illness.
Tomorrow is the feast of the Epiphany. The day-to-day reality sinks in. Gold, frankincense and myrrh: royalty, divinity, mortality. Not just for Jesus, but for all of us. And not just for us and our neighbors, but also for those we do not love.
We don't choose who is saved. But we will be satisfied beyond all imagining. God loves all mankind, without limit whatsoever. The Answer was given us in Christmas: God loves us and is with us.
What was the question?
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Little Pond
1 comment:
Not sure of the question, but I sure like the answer!
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