{"text":"There was a moment when any hope within me froze solid and I was finally emptied of all energy to fight the cold. And at the very point of that very surrender, when I became convinced that I must bow to a world that would be forever frigid, God cupped the hands of my soul and poured in the warmth of Christmas.","author":"Craig D. Lounsbrough","tags":["christianity","christmas","cold","frigid","god","hands","hope","hopeless","jesus","soul","surrender","warm","warmth"],"id":13180,"author_id":"Craig+D.+Lounsbrough"}