CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith from a Place of Winter for the Years of Winter…
My father died at the age of ninety-six
The age I shall be in nineteen years
It does not sound like long
But nineteen years ago
I carried bookcases
Up long flight of stairs
Walked five miles
Hit a home run
Carried children on my shoulders
And churches on my back
Much can happen
And much can change
In nineteen years.
John Robert McFarland
The “place of winter” mentioned in the title line is Iron Mountain, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where life is defined by winter even in the summer!
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