Emmeline spent most of the Christmas season at the foot of the lighted Christmas tree. She loved the lights and shinning ornaments. I wish I could have laid right down there with her....seriously, there are few things as peaceful as a lighted Christmas tree.
In the darkness of
Baby. The hands that made the world and hung the stars in the sky were now
In the vision of a King born in a stable, attend by the animals and visited
by the shepherds, I am led to the ever startling paradoxes that are the
essence of the gospel: out of weakness comes strength; out of simplicity,
profundity; out of humility, dignity; out of humanity, divinity. I am freed
from the judgments and vanities of the world. I see the wisdom of its wise
men perish before a deeper truth as three gifts are laid and human wisdom
kneels before a little Child.