Winter, Desolation, and Faith

By Richard Moss The depths of winter are the bleakest of times, gray and fallow, the trees emptied of life, the wildlife desperate and sullen, the earth a crystalline tomb. The winter mires us and spreads it... Read More...

The Farm in Advent

By Chip Prehn It is winter in the Shenandoah Valley. Since we are 1,000 feet higher than the eastern side of the Blue Ridge, it is colder here sooner than there. In the winter, all that’s left of the land is... Read More...