Bright, how bright the snow is on this wondrous Advent Sunday. It gleams for the baby Jesus — how near is his birth. My heart leaps with exultant hope, for prophecies are about to become tangible reality. Come Emmanuel, come in your soft silence, to saints and sinners alike. Draw us to a new life, close to our Father’s heart and breathing in the Spirit’s air of promise and possibility. Accept the tears of our confessions, make us shiny and new. We echo the angels in joyous thanksgiving and proclaim: Gloria in excels is Deo! Amen
