In sadness borne,
We must confess:
The Spirit of the Age
The infant in the cradle.
O glorious yet,
One day, in gladness shown,
We must profess:
The infant from the manger
The Spirit of the Age.
Tristan Gylberd (1954-)
(via George Grant)
The people who walked in darkness
have seen a great light;
those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness,
on them has light shone.
“I am Jesus… I am sending you
to open their eyes,
so that they may turn from darkness to light
and from the power of Satan to God,
that they may receive forgiveness of sins…”
“I am the light of the world.
Whoever follows me will
not walk in darkness,
but will have the light of life.”
Spring in Ukraine is probably my favorite season anywhere.
Even though this winter was relatively mild, weather-wise, it was not an easy winter. Our evacuation to Poland seemed like a vacation, even with the uncertainty associated with it!
But now it is spring… overnight, leaves are budding and flowers are blooming. The sun is shining and I want to be outside every moment, soaking up the warmth and light.
I am filling my home with flowers. A little babushka was selling lilacs for 7 grivnia a bunch outside the metro, and at the current exchange rate that meant I spent under two dollars for lilacs in the living room and entry. I think I’ll make some lilac sugar and lilac simple syrup before this bounty is gone.