I'm thinking today about Christmas, about the end of another year, about winter and cold; feasts and joy; tokens of grace and gifts of the small and large. I'm remembering the reconciliation of creation and creator, comforting myself that God will lose no good thing: children's hugs and wife's smile; wood smoke's tang and cider's burn; tree's rise and leaf's fall; cloud's portage and clod's release. All these things which must pass away will also all be redeemed and raised up on the last day of our long winter.
Christmas is a splinter of spring, a momentary slicing into moments of cold that so often feel like distant orbits from the sun, or even straight lines followed away from sources of heat altogether. May the Father of light remind us by his Spirit that "all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well" for the whole Earth and everyone near and far (in both time and space) who is in Christ Jesus our Savior.