She wanted the children to be with her at Christmas, and I seldom was. In later years, I have come to think of the trip to Madison at Christmas as one that confers grace, as all pilgrimages should. I am not sure whether I have arrived in Egypt or escaped from Egypt. There are dangers all around, as real as the rage of Herod. The night is dark.
Snow begins to fall.
Incarnation forces the question, and in pilgrimage we go in search of the answer. The Rev. Kenneth Arnold of New York is a deacon, playwright and editor of CrossCurrents, an interreligious journal.