Today’s blog post is an imaginative rendering of what might have gone on in the stable the night that Christ was born. I have not found it written anywhere and it is entirely my own thoughts on what might have been true. “And she brought forth her first-born son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, […]
Dec 12, 2013
Precious and Priceless Peace
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The older I get, the more I enjoy the blessing of peace; not just peace, mind you, but peace that comes of being free and contented and pursuing my own dreams. In school, we learned about “pax romana” or the peace that Rome imposed upon conquered nations. That is not peace at all but a seething […]
Dec 11, 2013
Small Lights, Lasting Memories
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Each morning, I plug in the Christmas tree lights. The tree sits right beside my computer and it is nice to see it glow. I believe I enjoy the ornaments more this year than I have for several years. As I said the other day, the tree is decorated with memories, many of them going […]
Dec 9, 2013
A Frozen Sort of Day
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The street in front of my house is mostly packed snow and ice. Schools are dismissed again and the temperature this morning hovers at twenty-four. The sky is only a little darker than the snow, sort of soft gray and there’s no sign of the sun. I’m sure it’s somewhere there in the east, about […]
Dec 8, 2013
Part II–Little Cedar and the Storm of the Century
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With so many animals around his trunk, Little Cedar felt strangely warmed. His friends were depending on him for their very lives. That thought gave Little Cedar an extra surge of courage and he gripped that rock just beneath the soil with determination. The wind and sleet hammered him cruelly. He closed his eyes and […]
Dec 7, 2013
Little Cedar and the Storm of the Century
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Fierce winds tugged at Little Cedar. His scrawny boughs bent and swayed but he dug his roots deeper and hung onto the rock buried beneath the mountain soil. “The wind is so cold,” said Little Cedar. He shivered from his topmost limb to the bottom of his twisted trunk. “It must be nearly Christmas again.” […]
