Rev. Dr. David Breeden, Senior Minister
Sunday, December 15, 2013
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone….
Christina Rossetti wrote. It is the darkest time of year in the Northern Hemisphere, when Frigga labors to give birth once again to her bright boy Baldur and that “certain slant of light” “oppresses like the heft of cathedral tunes.”
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