The mist steams above the fields as a cool winter sun beams
down on Scotland. The ice underfoot has melted at last, and a stillness hangs
in the air. There is a serenity about this morning which is lovely.
A serenity and a mystery. Mist always cloaks reality in a
haze of mystery. Misty Advent moves us on towards Christmas morning, a morning
of serenity and a mystery. A lovely morning, as the King of Kings slips into
his world humbly and vulnerably and begins to walk us home.
I can’t say I totally understand, but deep in my heart, deep
in my innermost being, there is a grateful YES pulsating through me as I fall
to my knees and worship.
