The Spirit’s presence often feels like winter’s dry wind.
Christmas | First Sunday after Christmas (Year B)
Isaiah 61:10-62:3 (Psalm 148); Galatians 4:4-7; Luke 2:22-40
I don’t know if this is the pandemic’s end game. I do know that new things are already being born in us.
Six markers of what this means in the wake of the incarnation.
And how will we know it’s Christmas?
We should all be a little eccentric.
God called all of them good. Humans are rapidly destroying them.