Present Joys

For the herald’s voice is crying
in the desert far and near,
bidding all men to repentance,
since the kingdom now is here.
O that warning cry obey!
Now prepare for God a way!
Let the valleys rise to meet Him,
and the hills bow down to greet Him.

I found this cute album on Spotify last Christmas. The music is good. The cover is good, too.

A prison cell, in which one waits, hopes, does various unessential things, and is completely dependent on the fact that the door of freedom has to be opened from the outside, is not a bad picture of Advent.

Please, let’s not forget this exists.

safetylast:

Living room at Harold Lloyd’s home, Green Acres, with its permanent year ’round Christmas tree.