Unexpectedly, I found something I wrote while looking for another document on my computer. I originally wrote it in 2021, nearly 2 years ago, but have no idea if I ever published or shared it somewhere. A few things have changed since then but not the changes for which I prayed nor the hope I expressed. First, take yourself back a couple of years as I did and put yourself in that time and place. January 6 was the Epiphany. When the word is capitalized, Merriam-Webster defines it as “ a church festival in commemoration of the coming of the Magi as the first manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles or in the Eastern Church in commemoration of the baptism of Christ.” Most Christian churches in this country don’t make much of this “church festival” but ever since I’ve had my own home, it marks the end of the Christmas season for me. There really are 12 days of Christmas starting with December 25. Epiphany also marks the day to put a...
The snow comes down on empty sand;/ There's tinsel moonlight on the waves./ My soul was lost but here I am;/ So this must be amazing grace. (From the song “There’s Still My Joy” by Beth Nielsen Chapman, Melissa Manchester, and Matt Rollings © Zesty Zacks Music)