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 |   We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
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"Failures, repeated failures, are finger posts on the road to achievement. One fails forward toward success." C. S. Lewis "I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else." C. S. Lewis “I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now... Come further up, come further in!” ― C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1059917-the-last-battle “The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.” J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” J.R.R. Tolkien    |
When Christmas seems so small these days, I sit and search the yard to find some meaningful displays to help this aging bard. "Up in the treetops squirrels climb, running from these cats of mine. Down to the backyard, running fast, hoping escape will help them last. "Ho! Ho! Ho! Who wouldn't go? Ho! Ho! Ho! With them, I know, up in the treetops squirrels climb, dancing up there, and wasting time." Some nightly lights fill with the sun to make them burn and glow. The darkness has not truly won through Hope in Christ to know. The greenhouse shelters tender plants, protecting from the cold, that when the spring brings thaw and grants, they'll sit outside so bold. I've planted shrubs, that need some lights, but so far from the house, I need that cords be dug by might to protect from rains, that douse. The time seems so much thicker, now, and Christmas seems so small, those playful days of childhood bow to work, that seems so tall. Will Christmas cards somehow be writ? Will presents wrapped up be? Will trappings of these days submit? Will Christ, God's Son, we see? by Jay O’Toole on December 12th, 2022 |
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