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Back in late October, I began the task of preparing my garden for a long winter’s nap.  The first hard frost came October 25th, when the temperature dropped sharply below freezing.  Suddenly all the color was gone from my zinnias, marigolds, coleus, and cone flowers.  With gloves on, I easily uprooted their brittle bodies and made space for planting daffodils and crocus.  Holding in their essence the DNA for incarnation, varieties that last bloomed in Holland will announce the Resurrection half a world away:  Jeffre Jumbos, February Golds, Scarlet Gem Tazettas, Bell Songs, Pink Narcissus and Jet Fires, each flower a miracle and an idiom for life everlasting! 


He became what we are

that He might make us what He is.

bishop of Alexandria during the 4th century



 Tuesday Night Geese

Suppose this.  Suppose the desolations that our generation has witnessed had happened in a world where Jesus had never set foot; suppose the rocket bomb had never been antedated by the star of Bethlehem; suppose there had been a Hiroshima but no Galilee, an iron curtain but no veil rent in twain from top to bottom -- we might well at this moment have been plunged in pessimism and despair.  Yes, indeed.  But now!

        Or again, suppose this.  Suppose your sins and mine were to stand accusing us at the bar of conscience, and we could not – in John Newton’s words – ‘face that fierce accuser and tell him Christ had died’; suppose there were no crucified Lamb of God taking our sin upon Himself and crying ‘Father, forgive them’; suppose every mistake were irreparable and there was no message of a new beginning.  But now!

        Or, once again, suppose that on the day when you lost a dear one, and had to follow the slow procession to the grave, you had never heard of the Easter garden and the shattering of the midnight by the light from an empty tomb, and the communion of saints and the swallowing up of death in victory - how desolate the world, how inconsolable your grief!  Yes, indeed.  But now!  Something has happened, says Paul.  Something that changes the face of the world for ever, and makes it wonderful to be alive! This means that now, this very moment, we can be living a new quality of life, with the dimension of eternity in it.  For we belong, not to the old hopeless treadmill of man’s irreparable pilgrimage towards disillusion-ment, but to a new exciting era, the era God launched into history when He gave us Christ.  Once sorrow, sin, corruption, death had the last word with the hopes of humanity.  But now!  Now above the flood-line stands the Rock of Ages, the mightiest of all the mighty acts of God.”  James S. Stewart in a sermon, Life in a New Dimension.


Winter Sky

 Winter Sunset





Merry Christmas




“...that I may know Him, and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being made conformable unto His death; if by any means I might attain unto the resurrection of the dead.”

          Philippians 3:10-11