We are moving into new seasons, both in terms of the weather and the church year.
Winter is few people s favorite season.
It is thought of as a dead-end season, when the dying off of what has blossomed and grown since early spring is completed, a time when there is less and less daylight, when the sun if often obscured by leaden skies, when we bundle up in bulky coats to warn off the cold and biting winds. The rest of us will just tough it out. And yet there is another side of winter, a side that was made clear to me as I walked through the woods some years ago. It had been by habit to take our Springer, Ellie, for runs in the woods, and I had done so faithfully through the late spring mud, the summer heat, and the beautiful New England fall foliage season. Then winter arrived.