cold

My body is not used to cold weather (weather below 80). I like it, I like dressing up in jackets and layers to try and keep warm. It looks good. It's better than being hot and sweaty I think. But perhaps this points to the fallenness of my nature, that I find my home in coldness, the coldness of the world after her Fall. The world that desires the warmth of Love, the warmth that comes only from the embrace of the Philanthropic One; the warmth of Christ's body and blood -- divine communion in my mouth.

But like the coldest day in Texas, the sun is never too far gone. His light still permeates, filling the day with distant traces of his heat.

I have nothing to clothe myself in, nothing that will warm me. But Thou, O Lord hast clothed me in a wedding garment.