“Rejoice in the Lord always…”

The robes like, the liturgy, are a glorious rose colour. The rose of a new dawn.

Advent is not merely a rocky path of repentance to prepare for the Saviour, but it is too a time of joy, something much deeper and meaningful than mere happiness.

Is there poetry more sublime than that of Zephaniah?

“Shout for joy, daughter of Zion…”

The church may indeed be tossed by storms. Its helmsmen uninspiring or worse and some tossed overboard. But it is in the scriptures that hope comes not in mere men.