Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem — (Matthew 2:1). Today is the day Christians celebrate the Epiphany, when wise men from the east bearing gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh, came to find and worship […]
Jan 4, 2018
The Thief of Time
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Who is this thief of time, that robs us of the ones we love? This morning, I woke up thinking about time–how fleeting it is. Maybe it’s because of another new year starting; maybe it’s just that something–a memory, a conversation, a passage in a book brings to mind the rush and hurry of time passing, […]
Jan 3, 2018
Memories–In the Past or Always With Us?
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The morning sky is a quiet, pale blue/gray with rosy tints around the horizon. It is deceptively beautiful because it is deadly cold. I remember other January days when I was a child and the sense of excitement and adventure a new year brought. I remember bacon sizzling in the skillet, breakfast with Mom, Dad, […]
Jan 2, 2018
Resolutions Go Better with Hot, Black Coffee
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Made any New Year’s resolutions yet? I haven’t consciously made any. One reason I don’t is that it makes me feel like a failure if I break them. I guess my only resolution, actually, is to treasure each day, try to make the most of it, and live with joy. An unfailing depth of joy […]
Dec 28, 2017
Listening In On Mr. and Mrs. Claus
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Mrs. Claus: Are you feeling better, Dear? How about a nice, hot cup of coffee? Santa (throwing back the quilts and rolling out of bed): Just what I need. The trip was hard this year. Mrs. Claus: Did the reindeer behave? Was the sleigh over-loaded? Did you face a head-wind? Santa: Yes, no, and no. […]
Dec 24, 2017
A Christmas Blessing
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Does it seem to you that a quiet type of peace and joy radiate from our hearts at Christmastime? With all the rush and hurry, suddenly Christmas is here and we pause to reflect on the Baby born so long ago in Bethlehem. Snow still outlines the eaves and snugs up against tree trunks–just wisps […]
