I was tired, am tired – always tired. Sore and sick and exhausted I hope for a celebration, a feast: a Savior. But it is a long day with long rides and long walks and will I make it to the evening? Yes, I make it and we make it, to find ourselves inside a pitiful building, a gutted hall where somehow, beyond all measure of reason, a feast is taking place. And hymns are sung and psalms are read and magnificently, the Creator is present and gives Life to our lives, food for our being. So I smile as I leave. Christ within you! The hope of glory.