Reflection by Rev. Leonard N. Peterson
The Infant in the Christmas crib is proof positive in winter time that divinity is often where you least expect to find it. I propose, on this late summer Sunday, that even the weather, at least in our mid-Atlantic region, is another locus of the divine in giving us a symbol of the pattern of Christian living.
Consider how we experience a few days, or even a week or more, of hot, sticky and generally unpleasant weather that makes outdoor activity a matter of sweat and strain. Then come violent thunderstorms that rattle our nests and our nerves for awhile, which then usher in a period of beautiful sunlit days free of humidity and full of gentle breezes.