RWJ Publishing

The anticipation of Christmas brings a variety of happy feelings for most of us. Wonder, delight, cheer and comfort, a combination often summed up and called joy.  This is not your everyday type of joy.  This is the joy of Christmas.  If this joy were a sound it would be musical.  Those old Christmas songs we all grew up listening to:  Jingle Bells, Frosty the Snowman and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer to name a few.  It would be the melody of a preacher’s voice as he tells the story of Christmas, leaving the congregation sighing at the beauty of the sound.  It would be the cadence of children running, their voices singing in laughter as they play in the snow.  This is a joy that comes from the feeling of

When I feel unsafe in my world it's like dry bones crumbling in my hand.  I pick up the bones but they turn to sand at my touch.  If my feelings were a sound they would sound like those very same bones.  They would sound like twigs snapping, crunching and crumbling under my feet as I walk through this endless field of bones.  I can hear them cracking as they shift under my feet, testing my balance.  I can hear the sounds of rats and other small creatures deep in this graveyard, scurrying as my feet are sinking into the bone dust.  The sounds are loud and frightening, and the longer I walk through this place the harder it gets because the noise is becoming unbearable. This is the sound of fear.