Susan LaffertyOpening shades to the mysterious. One January morning.
Fog. Hiding details outside my window.
Fog. Resting in the woods. And midair.
After Christmas and into the first week of this New Year, I take time to think back. Trying to remember the ebb and flow of last year.
Temporary place. A familiar part of the faith journey.
Each stop. Stirring mute awareness in the back of my mind. And the depths of my soul.
This is not for always. But only for a season.
No matter where we move. Set up house. And make a home.
“There’s a song in the air. There’s a star in the sky.”
It was always my favorite carol as a kid. At Christmas.
Years later. In a country with only a small percentage of believers. I was walking through a department store one day and suddenly stopped. Listened.
Christmas music was in the air. Playing over the sound system. Lyrics and all.
“…O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord!”
