Today the gifts are opened, wrapping paper stuffed into the trash cans. We ate too much. Again. The glow of lights on the tree seem a little different the day after Christmas. Anticipation was high yesterday. Regular is starting to set in as we contemplate another Christmas Day being over until in eleven months we bring out all the trappings of it again.
Christmas is past tense today. But Jesus is not.
Visit with me at Robin’s house in the quiet evening glow of yesterday’s Christmas Day.
Jesus is the Light. Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow.