One last image of Christmas on this "12th night" . . .
Our advent wreath from McCartys Pottery was a wedding gift. I love its simplicity. It takes a while for us to burn down all of our advent candles, and I don't like saving them for next year or throwing them away. It serves as the centerpiece for our kitchen table where we eat most of our daily meals, but we only light the candles in the wreath when all of us are together-- which is not every night of the week. Tonight, the center candle is the last one to burn down on this cold, cold winter night.
But these words from Howard Thurman burn bright. . .
"When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among others,
To make music in the heart."
I say "Amen" to this.
But these words from Howard Thurman burn bright. . .
"When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among others,
To make music in the heart."
I say "Amen" to this.
2 comments:
Amen, indeed. Perhaps this will find it's way into my sermon for the deacon ordination on Saturday. I used to know a musical setting of the text, but can't remember... Thank you for this lovely post.
I appreciate you for being on the other end of the phone. Thanks for this post of light!
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