Joy Unspeakable: Reflections On The Joy That Remains

This frosty Maine morning, I was privileged to “gather at the river” with my Methodist brothers and sisters in the tiny old 1881 Congregational church where my grandmother was married. I have been privileged to worship in this small village church for many happy years. This morning, as we lit the candle of Joy in our Advent wreath and sang Joy to the Wo…