Presbyterian Mission Agency The Musing of Seven Christmases | Presbyterian Mission Agency
And at night the flutter of wings in me will sometimes swell into the alarming fleshness of another. my flesh will give my wings to him, my flimsy girlish wings – will his feathers be well knit when he must leave? . . . I lift an unsettled heart to the darkening hills (the silhouette trees are entrusted to the will of a feathery wind.) I will sleep and trust in the child. Frederick Tamminga Dear friends, Advent in 2020 has reminded us that Godâs wondrous Grace often comes to us as an unsettling surprise. As we conclude our tenure as the regional liaisons for South Asia, we can apprecia...
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