I have a passion for the things I see and I have grown to love life in Wisconsin even though it means enduring cold. The river here in Wausau is so much a part of life. It offers lot of fascination at each season. I even doubt that Wausau could be Wausau without the river.
It shapes our lives from season to season. Even in the stillness of winter, it is still flowing under the ice and snow churning and driving the turbines that make our electricity.
Christmas happens in winter. It may also be the winter of our lives when all seems dismal and dark. God comes to us with the Light of the World. He comes to us as a baby born in a forgotten manger in a nondescript village in a far corner of the earth.