immanuel, which means, God with us.
- matt 1:23
it feels surreal and strangled in commercial crass. the sidewalks are so busy the song has lost all charm. nicotine-rich carcinogen-laden burnt tobacco fumes fill the air. i try and i fail, to summon any fondness for the season. and yet, on reflection, my greatest comfort is in knowing that God dwells with me, and the fount of his compassions fails not. the difficulty is reconciling my comfort with the calendar date.
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