Even with sadness that blows into the room — a chilly draft from a window that has long leaked around the edges — still she chooses to put up the Christmas tree. Light into darkness. A small measure of pleasant memory in the middle of old griefs that come out every cold season along with the winter coats and hats.
A sermon for the first Sunday of Advent, by the Rev. Dr. John A. Nelson
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