It has been a whirlwind of a year, and as it begins to close, I take stock of the "lost" and "found" in my life.
As I get older, I find great delight in little things that remind me how richly blessed I am to be alive. These include yesterday's e-mail from my high school English teacher and old friend, checking in to see what I'm up to, marking a forty-year friendship of great value. Also, re-reading a favorite early-winter poem, The Bat, by Jane Kenyon . Last Sunday there was the pleasure of hearing my church's tiny choir of five transform Lo, How A Rose E'er Blooming from its rehearsal hash into a quiet Advent invitation.
Indeed, to every thing there is a season. I wish for you and yours that you be surprised by joy this Christmas. In a complicated world, we abide, through the strength of our faith, and by the grace of God.
Yours in health,
Robin Swift, MPH
Health Programs Director
Clergy Health Initiative