It's been a few months, but hi I'm back now and immersed in Advent. Two Sunday Gospels in and so much to think about.
Do you know about that special moment before dawn? There always seems to be a rush of cold wind that comes before the first light, like it's heralding a new day. No matter what the weather, or the season, the anticipation of a new day feels like another God given opportunity for a fresh start and new beginning. I'm currently working on ideas for The Tree of Jesse and am reading 'Jesus, teach us to pray'
by Jerome Bertram.