Thus, on the Feast day of St. Stephen (today in the Christian calendar), King Wenceslas looked out his window to see the poor man trying to find sticks and twigs, amongst the winter snow.
I got interrupted in my prayers tonight by singing. Not the kind you would expect like children and families singing carols house-to-house (welcome to the South!) in the slushy, mostly-melted snow (ditto.) But the kind when you are so deep in prayer that you can hear the proverbial heavenly hosts sing…. And this is a [...]
