In the weary days of winter, when peace seems like a distant dream, as
wounded songs shiver in the night and shadows fall heavy upon the
heart, unexpectedly, at just the perfect time, the hope of Christmas
begins to glow.
Like a golden ember of promise burning in the soul, our frozen hearts
start to warm. Our fragile faith begins to stir and we reach past the
snowy silence and remember the ancient star songs. We
search the
treasured words of the prophets, and we gather to our sacred spaces to
reflect and remember.
There, in the serenity of worship, faint music begins to fall like a gentle
snow upon our longing. Softly at first, a mysterious whisper, a mother's
sigh, a baby's cry, and then a crescendo of wonders on angels' wings.
"Gloria in excelsis Deo." Redeemed, restored and renewed, we join the
music. Awakened by grace, w
e rejoice, and our world is changed
forever.
FOREWORD
