Dark still hangs on cloaked in bitter cold piled high upon our home burying it and us in its jelling. Cold offers us a chance to make ourselves warm, lending us confidence that we can sincerely practice dominion without destruction. Wool and cotton are certainly gifts of green that spare us from fossil fuels and atomic fusion. God is brilliant but we are too often arrogantly truant.
There is a profound silence in winter that invites one to burrow down in the warmth of wool and allow the heart and mind to meditate on the joyful seriousness of life, of home and hearth, of existence and of God and Him and you and what to make of it all. I believe it to be something of the ability to wrap ourselves in ramparts against the dark and cold days of winter that helps us sow the seeds of confidence in the coming of spring and in Him who promises its coming.
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