The day after

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Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.


Last night we packed up the decorations.
The ornaments went back in their boxes,
the angels put away their instruments
and returned to their tissue paper heaven,
the shepherds returned to their fields
in plastic tubs in the basement, the wise men
returned to their faraway cardboard palaces,
the holy family saddled up the donkey
and left Bethlehem—the rumor is for Egypt,
and that there will be trouble in town.
It is the same, I know, in your house.

So now if there is to be angelic music
it will have to be hidden in your voice.
If there is to be good news of love made flesh
it will have to be in your hands.
If there is to be light in the darkness,
the small twinkling light of a star
that leads someone to love,
the quiet steady candle of presence,
it will have to be in your eyes.
If there is a child who is born the Prince of Peace
look within,
rejoice,
and return to your fields.



Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve


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