this is no time for a child to be born
with the earth betrayed by war and hate
and a comet slashing the sky to warn
that time runs out and the sun burns late
that was no time for a child to be born,
in a land in the crushing grip of Rome;
honor and truth were trampled by scorn–
yet here did the Savior make his home.
when is the time for love to be born?
the inn is full on the planet earth,
and by a comet the sky is torn–
yet love still takes the risk of birth.
(madeleine l’engle, glimpses of grace)
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| art by E. Wierenga; www.etsy.com/shop/canvaschild |
**unplugging over here in the snowy land of Canada, to enjoy my family and cling close to the manger. will return december 27th. love you all. thank you SO much for all of your prayers for joey and jin. jin was singing the whole way home “mommy and daddy find me” which was both heartbreaking and beautiful. joey bawled when he got to his mommy’s, so overcome with emotion. please keep them close to your heart. merry christmas!!**
