The raw beauty and power of Les Miserables.
The feeling of utter contentment.
Light looked down
and saw darkness.
“I will go there,” said Light.
Peace looked down
and saw war.
“I will go there,” said Peace.
Love looked down
and saw hatred.
“I will go there,” said Love.
the Lord of Light,
the Prince of Peace,
the King of Love,
and crept in
(From Cloth for the Cradle by the Iona Community)
Hayden all bundled up against a chilly morning. Since my little sheep has been freshly shorn, he gets a bit chilly. Plus, he knows how fetching he looks in his little coat. (Fear not, y’all, this is the extent of my dressing him up!)
A woman working in a cafe who smiled for no reason in particular, which made me smile.
The warmth from my fireplace. I finally had my gas logs hooked up, and now it feels like Christmas.
A glimpse of the Milky Way on a clear, crisp night.
Hayden coming back from the groomer looking like a precious cotton ball. She said he was “outstanding” and “so sweet.” I had to agree.
A cute dog wandering into the church parking lot with no tag or collar, and discovering his home by following his enthusiasm. I walked him around in the drizzly afternoon and he saw a little girl get off a school bus and became elated. By the time I got him to the front porch of that house, he was barking and wagging his tail wildly. They opened the door and were relieved to see him.
The relaxation of reading cookbooks. Especially ones with vibrant pictures! I read through the one I bought in Italy and was so amused by the English “translation” that called for you to “amalgamate” certain ingredients together. How fun.
I am sure you have been as emotional in the past few days as I have been. What utter tragedy. I wanted to share my sermon from this morning that brought tears and something of hope in the midst of such sadness. I hope it brings some light to you as well. I have been preaching a series on the prophets for Advent and today’s reading was from Zephaniah.
An unexpected Christmas gift from a church member, including this lovely WoodWick candle. I adore these candles — they have a wooden wick (hence the name) and so when lit, they make a delightful fireplace-in-miniature sound. It made my office much more cozy.
The warmth and light shining through the church windows on a cold, rainy night.
Meeting clergy friends for our weekly 8 a.m. breakfast at Cracker Barrel and enjoying the easy laughter and delightful company. I can’t believe I’ve already been here for a year, but it shows in the comfort found in that community.
The whimsy and wit of Miracle on 34th Street. My favorite line: “You’ll see that those ‘lovely intangibles’ are all that really matter!”
Planning dinner before I’ve even had breakfast.
Getting my ticket to see The Hobbit (ahem, midnight showing because I have the next day off)! This Tolkienophile is excited.
FaceTiming with the ‘rents and getting a tour of all of their Christmas decorations. I showed mine as well. For all the criticisms out there, technology has a way of bringing folks closer if you let it.
Good morning’, y’all!
Preacher’s got a brand new blog! Apparently after 5+ years of glimpsing grace, often using pictures, Blogger decided I had used up all of my photo quota. So, after advice from trusted blogging buddies, WordPress it is. I will, of course, keep the old blog as a wonderful archive of my life, but here’s where I will post regularly. I have plenty to catch up on, but as this is a fresh blog, let’s have some new glimpses of grace, shall we?
An adorable, fluffy present curled up under my tree.
Spending a day off exploring Pinehurst with brunch of pecan waffles (YUM), followed by a wee dander around the lovely homes and pine trees. It was a cold day that day, so I bundled up and enjoyed the fresh air. I decided to explore the Village Chapel as well, and there discovered this sweet little reader. I wonder who left the rose for her.