I have knocked off my feet for the last few weeks by a very nasty flu (as if there is a benign version of it?). I am now just recovering, and grateful to be back among the living.
I live in Idaho, and in the winter, light is a rare commodity. The sun sinks low and then disappears all too quickly; the light of day is rather diffused, gray and soft. There are no sharp shadows or harsh lines between where sunlight falls and where it doesn't--it is truly shades of white gray, dark gray and blue gray.
In church on Sunday, we sang "O, Holy Night" and our pastor emphasized the line, "and the soul felt its worth." What follows quickly on that line is the breaking of a "new and glorious morn."O Holy Night!
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Savior's birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appear'd and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!