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"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.
Wilderness, sanctuary, grace--seven days til Christmas
Grace, watercolor card
Sanctuary in wilderness...a line shack, a lonely cabin, peace and safety amid a storm--it's not about religious beliefs, or politics, or wealth, or how you've lived your life, or the mistakes you've made, or the regrets of the past, or worries about the future. It's not about fancy, and riches, and comfort, and how much you have. It's now. In spite of our man-made religions, materialistic, brightly lighted, judgmental Calvinistic society, and turmoil-wracked and unjust world, is that not what Christmas is about? The promise of sanctuary-a place, a person, a group, yourself--in a storm? Grace is just a simple cabin in a storm.