“My sins would drive the nails in You,
That rugged cross was my cross, too.
Still every breath You drew was Hallelujah.”
(Cloverton, “A Hallelujah Christmas”)
Holidays are truly a bittersweet time for many of us. The joy of hustling and bustling in preparation for the annual ritual with head bowed to its immense symbolism is juxtaposed with keeping a shoulder pressed hard against a figurative closed door behind which needs be stashed all the painful, breath-taking [Read more…]