Walking in Shadow
“Is it enough?” this muslim asks,
“I cannot know until it is too late.”
Walking In Shadow from AIM On-Field Media on Vimeo.
Used courtesy Africa Inland Mission
Dreaming of a Light Christmas
“Richard, guess who it is?” mum yelled upstairs.
Braking halfway down the rickety stairs,
there he was leaning in our doorway. “If ever I meet my dad, however big he is,
however small I am,” screamed a kid silently,
“I‟m going to run up and hit him as hard as I can!”
And now I‟m no longer a boy.
Dark London night, darker thoughts.
Anyone hurt you?
Christmas can be the darkest time of the year.
Frozen to the stairs, I flashed back two years to a pew and a blind man who opened my eyes to outstretched arms, and to the forgiveness I found there.
Silent Night
The tense quiet was broken with the sound of:
“Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht, Alles schläft; einsam wacht.”
Huddled in frozen trenches a stone‟s throw apart, Scottish,
French and Germans strained to make sense of “Silent Night”
that Christmas Eve, 1914.
Clasping a Christmas tree, the man, much more at home in
the Berlin opera house, clamored up onto the field decorated
with the fallen he might soon be joining. Then one by one, leaving their weapons, enemies joined
the choir. French wine, Scottish beer and German chocolate
were swapped, sweetheart photos shared, prayers made
and war’s brutalities forgotten.