It Is Not Our Job To Remain Whole
It Is Not Our Job To Remain Whole by Donavon L Riley Christ in December is the winter fire, quietly gathering the forgotten and broken, binding their wounds, and inviting…
The Day After Christmas
The Day After Christmas by Donavon L Riley Christmastide is not the end of joy, but its slow unfolding, where the heart, now still, picks up the story of the…
The Feast They Cannot Flee
The Feast They Cannot Flee by Donavon L Riley Even those who mock the manger and deny the birth find themselves bound to its story, their lights and wreaths, their…
No Other Call Worth Heeding
In this turning, where cold hands thaw and broken bodies rise, There is a fire kindled not by our own striving, But from the heart of Love, who walked among…
The Manger Does Not Just Hold The Christ Child
The Manger Does Not Just Hold The Christ Child by Donavon L Riley The manger is no just a resting place for a tired and newborn child; it is a…
It Is Not The World That Is Remade Here, But You
It Is Not The World That Is Remade Here, But You by Donavon L Riley If you wish to know Christ—not as a concept to be studied, but as a…
Remember the Child Born
Remember the Child Born by Donavon L Riley In the mead-hall of memory, bold-hearted war-farers stand, Shield-wielders of the kingdom, warders of the land. Before ice-cold gusts, sagas of untold…