Wow! So moving. Thank you Spencer for reminding me that the gift of myrrh during the joy of Christmas foreshadows the sorrow of Good Friday. The last verse of We Three Kings never seems to get played. "Myrrh is mine; it's bitter perfume. Breathes a a life of gathering gloom. Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying. Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
Spencer, your cosmology insights this year have been quite interesting, and great finish to the year with thoughts about Christmas. I'd love to hear a discussion between you and Fr. Robert Spitzer sometime. All the best, ...Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Wow! So moving. Thank you Spencer for reminding me that the gift of myrrh during the joy of Christmas foreshadows the sorrow of Good Friday. The last verse of We Three Kings never seems to get played. "Myrrh is mine; it's bitter perfume. Breathes a a life of gathering gloom. Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying. Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
And it's such a beautiful verse, too--especially that last line.
Lovely, Spencer. Thank you for the retelling of cosmic parallax. Merry Christmas!
Spencer, your cosmology insights this year have been quite interesting, and great finish to the year with thoughts about Christmas. I'd love to hear a discussion between you and Fr. Robert Spitzer sometime. All the best, ...Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.