Dear Church Family,
“On entering the house, they [the wise men] saw the child with Mary his mother; and they knelt down and paid him homage. Then, opening their treasure chests, they offered him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. And having been warned in a dream not to return to Herod, they left for their own country by another road.” –Matthew 2: 11-12

The time after Christmas can feel like air escaping a balloon. We can feel a little hollow and listless. Perhaps it is the weather or the weariness or the knowledge that we must return to our everyday lives and we wonder how to best do that retaining the wonder of Christ’s birth. Here is a short poem to remind us all that we cannot choose to return but we can choose how we return. The poem is written by the poet Ann Weems who is also a Presbyterian:


after the angels,
after the stable,
after the Child,
they went back…
as we always must,
back to the world that doesn’t understand
our talk of angels and stars
and especially not the Child.
We go back complaining that it doesn’t last.
They went back singing praises to God!
We do have to go back,
but we can still sing the alleluias!

Prayer: Lord Jesus, do not let the end of Christmas mean the end of my time with you. Be present in my life today and help me recognize it. In the cold and darkness of winter help me to still sing of your goodness and of your salvation. Amen.