Christmas Eve With a Nod Toward Milton Street
One last piece of poetry for Advent, this one inspired just a bit by a story Ann Kansfield, intrepid co-pastor at Greenpoint Reformed Church, Brooklyn, told yesterday and today. Sitting on the hillside one cold, dark night, passing the wineskin to stave off the cold, watching the sheep, hoping to get it right (because what […]
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