If you are reading this today, on Christmas Eve, you probably have more time on your hands than many who are scrambling to get everything ready for a big family get-together. Chances are you are one of many who may, for one reason or another, be separated from family members who you would like to be with at this special time of the year. I share your disappointment as my mother and siblings are 550 miles to the west
The question I dread being asked the most every year has always been, “What did you get for Christmas?” As a child I was always embarrassed because my friends would rattle off a long list of things they got and I would try my best to make my single gift sound exciting too. Even as an adult I’ve never been privileged to receive extravagant Christmas gifts. Writing this post is embarrassing. Thankfully, I’m less likely to be asked what I got
I have a hard time writing about Christmas memories. I believe my first Christmases were probably the most lucrative though I don’t remember what I was given. The problem was with my expectations from that point on. The first Christmas I remember was after my father left his career as a pastor, and my family moved into the farmhouse where my father was born and lived until he went to college. With three brothers and a sister, and my parents suddenly
I listened to the song Mary Did You Know? several times this evening. Isn’t that what Christmas is really all about? Mary had a baby whose father was God. Mary had no idea what would happen in the days and months and years ahead with the Christ child. How could she know? Her baby would turn the world upside-down with his teachings, and his miracles. The very church he came to build up rejected him, and had him crucified. But
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