Now begins the winter of our contentment Made glorious by this Son of God; And all the skies […]
It gets cold. Slowly. First a chill on the tip of the nose and a numb little toe. […]
In Michigan Groundhog Day carries a little more significance than those of you who dwell in more mundane and never changing climes. Winter gets hard around February and even though we snicker at that ridiculous rodent, a little pagan voice inside us prays to Brighid that Phil fails to see his shadow and Spring will come soon.
By Joel Hess Here in Michigan Groundhog Day carries a little more significance than those of you who […]