"But Christmas isn’t meant to be sepia-soaked, as the O’s remind me. It’s about looking first and hard at my reality, my darknesses, my captivities to sin, and lifting my eyes in search of the Savior coming with the key to my liberation, the one who alone can open to me heaven, to which nothing but my own choices can bar the gates." Amen.
"But Christmas isn’t meant to be sepia-soaked, as the O’s remind me. It’s about looking first and hard at my reality, my darknesses, my captivities to sin, and lifting my eyes in search of the Savior coming with the key to my liberation, the one who alone can open to me heaven, to which nothing but my own choices can bar the gates." Amen.
"But Christmas isn’t meant to be sepia-soaked, as the O’s remind me. It’s about looking first and hard at my reality, my darknesses, my captivities to sin, and lifting my eyes in search of the Savior coming with the key to my liberation, the one who alone can open to me heaven, to which nothing but my own choices can bar the gates." Amen.