Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you. Yes, these days come, too: gray, banal, post-epiphany, the child in hiding, the gold spent, the myrrh lost on the way to Egypt, the wise men long gone to a country too far to hail, the wailing over but the sadness not, the road leading nowhere in particular, starless.
Remember it was often this way, the star lost in fog, the road drifted over by weariness.
Still, something led you on. Someone walked in you those miles, bore your heart deep in their robes, safe from the swirling, deadening sands. That is how you have come to this dreary day.
The promise is not glory, not certainty, but presence.
This gray is the inside of God's robes, bearing you, without your guiding, by another road.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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