Midnight. Christmas Eve in Atlanta. It’s dropped to the single digits here this weekend, so the faucets are dripping and the sink cabinets are open to let the warm air circulate, so the pipes don’t freeze or burst. At Advent, and during all spiritual waiting times, sometimes it feels like all we can do during the very long and very cold midnights of the soul is keep the pipes dripping and the cabinets open. It is scary to wonder if our souls are hardening up in the long nights, if we’ve frozen and can’t get thawed.
Midnight, Christmas Eve
Midnight, Christmas Eve
Midnight, Christmas Eve
Midnight. Christmas Eve in Atlanta. It’s dropped to the single digits here this weekend, so the faucets are dripping and the sink cabinets are open to let the warm air circulate, so the pipes don’t freeze or burst. At Advent, and during all spiritual waiting times, sometimes it feels like all we can do during the very long and very cold midnights of the soul is keep the pipes dripping and the cabinets open. It is scary to wonder if our souls are hardening up in the long nights, if we’ve frozen and can’t get thawed.