There are some things for which there are no words . . . like a beautiful Advent evening.  Filled with memories.  Filled with promises.  Filled with hopes and dreams for the future.

“Turning to his disciples in private Jesus said, ‘Blessed are the eyes that see what you see.  For I say to you, many prophets and kings desired to see what you see, but did not see it, and to hear what you hear, but did not hear it.'”     (Lk 10:22-24)We sat last evening on the Tidal Basin and ate a picnic dinner in the uncharacteristically summer-like weather in December in DC.  We marveled at the colors of Advent in the sky and reflected in the water.  We pondered this Advent in our lives and took in the immense beauty of what we were seeing as the sun set slowly in the winter sky.

What do you see?  What do you hear?