Years ago, when I worked at a church with a preschool, I attended the Christmas program. This was long enough ago that the Christmas story was told with a flannel board, a cloth covered board with little fabric cutouts. In this version of the Christmas story, there were the usual elements- Mary and Joseph, an outline of a stable, angels, and shepherds. There was also a cut-out of the night sky - a deeply colored piece of fabric with stars and a hint of the Milky Way. As we watched the story unfold in this particular year, the teacher would tell part of the story and each child would come and put up their piece on the flannel board. As she came to the part about the shepherds watching their flocks by night, one little boy leapt up and said, “I have the dark!” I have the dark. I’ve been thinking a lot about that incident this week, not just because today is the solstice. The little boy wasn’t bothered about what he had. The dark was as much a part of ...
Thoughts on what it means to be a traveler on the Way of Jesus the Christ