down at the pond
On this green December day, a warm wind blows a blue hole in the clouds. Down at the pond, the water runs swift and brown, rushing with yesterday’s rain. A blue...
Author: Lindsey Gallant
The third candle
The third candle is lit, now twinkling merrily on the mantle. Joy is a diamond, refracting and reflecting a sparkling pink light. It spreads over the room like ...
C.S. Lewis on the Incarnation
Here is a passage from C.S. Lewis’ Miracles. The stunning imagery of this, the grand miracle, has stuck with me over the years and is fitting for our Adve...
The second candle
A second candle now bursts into flame. The winds may howl, the breakers may roar, many waters may threaten to overwhelm, but this light is unquenchable. This bl...