As I walked today, my bare arms absorbed the sun’s warmth.  I felt the cold of a hard winter melt away.  Here on the island we take warmth for granted, but not all are so fortunate.  I read of winter storms, icy roads, and deaths from exposure or fires from faulty heaters.  I think too, Lord, of your birth when shepherds were gathered on a cold hillside to receive the angels’ song and hear directions to find their newborn Savior.  Warmth isn’t just a matter of temperature; it also is an extension of attitude and sympathy.  We can be cold to one another or warm, uncaring or receptive.  Father, please forgive me for the cold with which I sometimes treat others; help me, like the angels, to send a message of warmth and reconciliation. Amen.

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