What keeps the wild hope of Christmas alive year after year in a world notorious for dashing all hopes is the haunting dream that the Child who was born that day may yet be born again even in us and our own snowbound, snowblind longing for Him.
(Frederick Buechner in Peace Flowing Like A Gentle River, 27 December)
26 December 2013
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