A Christmas Card, A Meditation
Mole and Rattie were lost in a winter storm. On the verge of collapse, they found their way to Mr. Badger's home just in the nick of time. He ushered them in and had them dry by the fire while he set the table with a fabulous feast. When they finished the feast, Mr. Badger brought them robes, and they were soon off to bed. Their harrowing struggles in the storm now seemed thousands of miles away.
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I laid the card aside, stepped outside to unplug the Christmas lights. An Arctic cold that cut to the bone had me scrambling back inside. The sting of the cold lingered as I looked at the card again.
Where will the homeless be tonight?
Will they find room at the local shelter, or is there even a shelter?
Will they share a hot meal?
Will they have warm clothes and a bed to sleep in?
Are WE not our Brother's Keepers?
Are WE not the Keepers of the Light?


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