Red Sky

 Red Skies in the morning...Sailors take warning.  The sky this morning was red and we are landlocked so no sailors near.  Beautiful to behold.  Never lasting very long.  It's always a grade school MR. Vopal memory of an art lesson. We covered the paper with lots of red, purple, pink, and yellow crayon colors, then covered all those colors with black and then scratched off the black to make trees etc.  Such a reminder of this morning's sky.  

My grade school years are still with me remembering many names of classmates and all of my eight teachers.  My community was one with very little movement.  Stability I could say was the word.

 Church day again.  I still hear the Work of Christmas with words by Howard Thurman, a man of the cloth and a civil rights worker early in the 1900s.  To find the lost, to heal the broken.  To feed the hungry, to release the pris'ner, To rebuild the nation. To bring peace among brothers, To make music from the heart.  That's the work of Christmas when the shepherds are back with their flock. When the song of the angels is still.  When the star in the sky is gone.  

This afternoon is our yearly Advent Festival.  Many nativities will appear in the sanctuary and the East and West Doors will be decorated.  The sanctuary will be prepared for Mary Sunday, the third Sunday of Advent.  It will be a busy church afternoon.