To You … With Love,

This year as the Bethlehem song stirs in the winds of cities, the journey of the God child is still a long and lonely one, as he is carried along the hills and valleys of time seeking a birthing place where he may be born in the hearts of men.

As in the days of old the streets are "dreamless" while restless souls look for refuge from their sinfulness; beautiful hope shivers in the stillness as the images of evil rejoice in the cascading violence of a lost goodness, and the star shining wonder of the sacred myste squeeze its blanket into a world so full of human cravings that the "inn" of the m...