Christmas
The forecast of snow brings to mind one of my favorite poems, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, by Robert Frost. Drawn by the beauty of a gentle snow fall, the rider wants to stop and watch the woods fill up with snow, even if his little horse should think its queer to stop without a farmhouse near. But he knows that he must move on. “The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.”
Someone is relying on him to keep his word. We live in an age when promises in politics, business, or even our relationships evaporate as quickly as a snowflake hitting a warm window pane. Christmas, on the other hand, is a reminder of a promise God made three thousand years ago to liberate us from the darkness of sin.
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