For Sunday, December 19th, 2010

Hello all, here's a little poem:

As shepherds washed their socks by night,
All argyle, green and brown,
An angel of the Lord came 'round,
And looked upon their frowns.

"Fear not," said he, for the mighty dread
Of odor gave them woes;
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
To free thy troubled nose."

With a careful nod to poetic license, the message still holds. No matter what's happening in the world, there is always hope. May we sit this Sunday for that hope, that saving grace, for ourselves and for all.

Thank you,

Richard