Winter has arrived. Ah, well, it is late January and what would we expect but some snow and ice?  It is a season made for introspection as we huddle beneath blanket or sweater, sipping tea near cold window panes.  The blue-gray dusk of winter outside, our interior luminous and warm–if the power has not gone out!  For your introspection then, some words from Augustine of Hippo in Africa (4th Century).  He offers words across fields of time for your sipping and pondering.  And as we hear him we are led quite naturally to Black History Month, reminding ourselves that Augustine and many others of Africa configured the West and the Christian religion.  Take time with this passage from Book XII of The Confessions:

O let the Light, the Truth, the Light of my heart, not mine own darkness, speak unto me. I fell off into that, and became darkened; but even thence, even thence I loved Thee. I went astray, and remembered Thee. I heard Thy voice behind me, calling to me to return, and scarcely heard it, through the tumultuousness of the enemies of peace. And now, behold, I return in distress and panting after Thy fountain.

{Augustine, Saint; The Works of Saint Augustine (2006-06-19). The Confessions of Saint Augustine (Optimized for Kindle) (p. 230). Kindle Edition.}