I find myself ~ again ~ knees to floor and heart undone, wondering how so much escapes my efforts. I am somehow still shocked, every now and then, by the struggle between flesh and spirit. Regretting a temper quick to…
By Sherma-Jacqueline Felix It never fails, every time I smell paint, I immediately think of Christmas! Whether it’s in July or February, if I smell paint, I immediately think, “CHRISTMAS!” That’s because when I was a little girl growing up in…
By Kristen Wells Lately, our Facebook and Twitter newsfeeds have become bombarded with rants about standing up for “Merry Christmas”. Like it is something new that the world doesn’t like Christ. I am probably in the minority, but people not…
In twenty-two minutes, it will be Christmas again. I stand in the silvered, but tarnished half hidden light of a frozen moon, and wait expectantly. In the full light of the day around half-past morning, my family will arrive, and…
“…and they shall call His name Immanuel,” which translated means, “God with us.” (Matthew 1:23) I don’t know why this touches me so every year, but it does. Immanuel, God with us… the Maker of the heavens and earth with…