We think of the ash of our lives and the distant rulers determined to burn our communities to the ground.
We want to find the treasure that may be perched among the mundane.
But we worry that if we look too closely at anything, we will discover the nest of wasps at the center.
More than anything else, we want a place to rest our weary bones.
In this season of Advent, let us turn our faces to the hope that flickers in the distance.
Let us be alert for the blaze of good news.
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