Thanksgiving

Every year as we begin to eat our turkey and cranberry sauce, we go around the table and tell what we are thankful for in the past year. Somehow we forgot that tradition this year.

No matter. They were right there, sitting next to us in high chairs, throwing mashed potatoes around and playing with cranberry sauce.

One year ago... just yesterday, and an eternity ago. This Christmas will be very different from the last... and yet the same. Last Christmas was Advent, was Lent. The year has cycled around, and we are back again, and now it is Christmas, now it is Easter, and now we sing with loud hallelujas.

Praise be to God Almighty, source of life and every good gift, and glory be to Christ His Son, who became incarnate, who made himself a feeble child for the salvation of my children. All honor and wisdom and power and strength be to Him who sustains our faith through the long desolate night. All majesty belongs to Him who is faithful, who fulfils his promises at last, and breaks forth in radiant light.

Lo, the winter is past and the rain is gone...

Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus!