Of Tents and Temples
On cedars, kings, and a God who can't be contained I The Word in the Wild, Advent 4, Year B
There is a cedar just beside my writing shed that towers over 30 feet tall, its trunk a foot across, and its canopy lush with green all year. It has been laden with berries this fall, small and turquoise. The birds have been feasting on them—Robins and Cedar Waxwings and Yellow-rumped Warblers. In th…