“In the earliest Christian tradition, the Cross that bore Christ is the Tree of Life that, long hidden within the earth, sprang up from the rock of Golgotha. Every tree that I plant and that I grow in my garden reminds me that the cross is my redemption, that the reward from my agony in the garden is the blossom of an everlasting rose.”
From the Cross Christ gave thanks.
He blessed it.
Life calls unto Life and Deep to deep leading us forward on our little Lent into Nativity.
Temperatures for many are dropping and we hope for beautiful snow and frost to blanket the earth. Give us a white Nativity! Yet do not be fooled by exterior seasons of weather – no matter how cold. For the crystalline silver-white cold of winter melts into spring before the interiorly warm hidden beating heart vigil candles of Orthodox Christian pilgrims preparing whole hearts yes, our whole beings to receive the cherished promised God-man-babe, in Whom we all live and move and have our being.