Christmas has come and gone, but its memory still lingers around our house. And by that I mean a huge pile of laundry and dishes from all the relatives that descended on our house.
Christmas has come and gone, but its memory remains: the mounds of wrapping paper and boxes and trash bags full of packing material that are waiting to be hauled to the dump.
Christmas has come and gone, but the tree still has to be put away, decorations and ornaments boxed up for the next eleven months, thank you notes to be written, or at least the good intentions to do so.
Christmas has come and gone. The baby is born; the angels have sung their songs and have returned to wherever it is that angels return to after a performance. The shepherds have gone back to their sheep. Everything is peaceful. Almost everything. Everything except King Herod. Read More...
As Sarah will be happy to tell you, I am one of the most patient people you’ll ever meet. No matter what the occasion, I always display the most infinite patience toward everyone, especially for slow drivers in front of me, for long check-out lines at the grocery store held up by someone who just wants to chat, or for that person in front of me in the drive-thru line that has 27 separate special orders to place but didn’t want to go inside to do it. Sarah would, of course, be happy to verify my claims of virtuous patience after worship today, but unfortunately she’s developed a terrible case of laryngitis that prevents her from speaking, so you’ll have to take my word for it. Read More...