A few days ago, when I sat down to begin working on this homily, the rain was falling pretty steadily on the patio outside. I turned up the heat, and tried not to worry about whether the wet weather might dampen our already fragile enthusiasm, as another possible Covid surge looms,for coming together this Christmas.
And then I remembered hearing, a few years ago, that in California December is generally the greenest month of the year. And thinking how strange it is that even as the earth nears the point in its annual orbit where its axis is tipped furthest away from the sun; when the sun’s light is actually heating the ground the least efficiently, and when the nights are nearing their longest, tender shoots begin to push up through the soil.
The rain has been late in arriving this year, this year that has already been, in some ways, so very long. It’s been less than a week since the first shower...(read more)
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