We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
| The Christmas rush is fin'lly o'er. All weary snore. The denouement without flaw. The after Christmas storm it comes What danger sums? So, will there be 'lectricity? Will Christmas Sunday come this soon? A gentle tune, a piping cup with fam'ly sup. by Jay O’Toole on January 20th, 2026 ![]() ![]() |