Second Sunday of Advent

Dad and his wife hold an open house each year before Christmas. One of the many pluses of moving to Colorado is getting to attend such occasions. What is described as the "bond of Christian love" is quite a remarkable thing. Present this afternoon were members of the church I literally grew up in. Time and space dissolved as eyes recognized faces associated with that period from my childhood to manhood during which we lived and loved together. Though nothing is ever the same as it was, it is that sense of community--of life shared--that transcends separation. I keenly sensed the communion of saints that surrounded our gathering, and reveled in the warm goodness of being home.