Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.
I invite you for a quiet walk some December afternoon. We’ll visit a historic square that’s alive with Christmas markets. We’ll see decorations radiating their splendor as they touch off nearby buildings. The calm we carried with us will be challenged by throngs of busy shoppers. If you’re like me, the tension of trying to process compelling input on a crisp evening will remind you of the faithful shepherds in their long ago field. I, like them, am overwhelmed with the message of the season.