December 26, 2019

Dear Friends:
I ran across this poem by the late Howard Thurman, pastor, civil rights advocate, author, and active African American Quaker. We tend – okay, I tend – to collapse after Christmas and enjoy the quiet. Thurman’s poem calls us to a vital ministry after Christmas, and far beyond. As usual, he is the author of a wake-up call!  I hope you enjoy this as much as I have.

The Work of Christmas
When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and the princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among brothers,
To make music in the heart.

May that be our prayer.

With Christmas Blessings,
Becky