The fifth candle
We awake to pure, white light. It streams in through the windows yet seems also to shine from somewhere within the house. Is it morning? Is midnight? All the ca...
We awake to pure, white light. It streams in through the windows yet seems also to shine from somewhere within the house. Is it morning? Is midnight? All the ca...
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...
~Eileen Spinelli Sing till sundown, hum your joydress in starlight, girl and boy.Man and woman climb the hill, warmed beyond December’s chill, reeling, cl...