I had this fantastic idea for my first blog post of the new year, but I neglected to write it down and so I’ve forgotten it. I’m praying it comes back to me, because I think I was going to talk about the beautiful mountains surrounding the city where we live and there was some great tie-in along with that.
But in the meantime, I’d like to share a beautifully written poem that the pastor from my home church (how I miss you, Canyon Creek!) sent out in an email.
Work of Christmas Begins
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 the flocks,
then the work of Christmas begins:
to find the lost,
to heal those broken in spirit,
to feed the hungry,
to release the oppressed,
to rebuild the nations,
to bring peace among all peoples,
to make a little music with the heart…
And to radiate the Light of Christ, every day, in every way, in all that we do and in all that we say.
Then the work of Christmas begins.
Howard Thurman
All I need to add to this is: AMEN!
