As a pastor, I have a different sort of rhythm to my week than most of you. This weekend, that rhythm did not include time for walking. How about you? It's been cold outside. Did any of you bundle up and venture out?
The weather on the road from Nazareth to Bethlehem was probably not snowy and cold. But there is a lovely winter hymn you might sing in your heart as you brave the elements:
All beautiful the march of days, as seasons come and go;
The Hand that shaped the rose hath wrought the crystal of the snow;
Hath sent the hoary frost of heaven, the flowing waters sealed,
And laid a silent loveliness on hill and wood and field.
O'er white expanses sparkling pure the radiant morns unfold;
The solemn splendors of the night burn brighter through the cold;
Life mounts in every throbbing vein, Love deepens round the hearth,
And clearer sounds the angel hymn "Good will to all on earth."
(It's sung to the traditional English melody - Forest Green.)
Pretty, huh?
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