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As we progress through the Christmas season, we notice a soft river of joy welling up in our hearts. Why is this? A soft petaled rose, the delicate dew on the flower, and a faint glimmer can point the way. For the murmurings of God have painted themselves into our awareness, but only if we pay attention and take notice.
“Christ is born! Glorify Him! Christ is born! Glorify Him!” we hear from the Divine Liturgy of the Eastern Churches on Christmas day. But there may be more to this than first meets the eye. A subtle beginnings in an obscure barn on an out-of-the way farm heralds something new. The distant gleam of light comes to take up residence in the world.
Perhaps a season of quiet portends. Out in the fields in the new-fallen snow, the depths of winter stillness blankets the land. We trudge in our heavy…
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