On Sunday in worship, we celebrated the Epiphany of our Lord, a celebration that marks the end of the Christmas season. As we move into a new year, indeed a new time for us and for our country, I share this poem by African-American theologian, educator and civil rights leader Howard Thurman.
When the song of the angels is stilled,
when the star in the sky is gone,
when the kings and princes are home,
when the shepherds are back with their flocks,
the work of Christmas begins:
to find the lost,
to heal the broken,
to feed the hungry,
to release the prisoner,
to rebuild the nations,
to bring peace among the people,
to make music in the heart.