‘Twas the night before Christmas when came over knoll Seven men hauling haversacks weighted with coal. Their journey was labored, the start came by scythe- A car crash, an illness, a fall from great height.
In the sands there was a singing, A song of tortured wonder, With a hunger that was stinging In the land of little thunder.
At first I gave only a crumb. The raven swallowed and returned the next day bearing a solitary teardrop pearl. Next a diamond ring, purchased with a disc of deli meat. The following day it appeared larger, keener.
Corporate worship got you down? Tired of all those exhausting trips to church, kids screaming in the backseat, only to sit through the dull droning of another Sunday sermon? It’s easy to stream your family’s favorite weekly service from your living room, but what about those pesky sacraments?