This is the shortest day of the year. I’d suggest we savor the light today, knowing that Mr. Sun got out of bed late this morning. He’ll be pulling the covers up over his head in just a little while, as though the day were just too much for him to bear.
It seems like light’s on life support, but in truth, what we have here is a new birth.
A baby barely makes it into the world, no room for him in the inn, but this baby reveals what’s in store for creation. Everything broken will be fixed; the lion will lie down with the lamb.
Winter may be just beginning, but in fact it is darkness, not light, that is on life support. So get ready to dance with the shepherds.