I was sick for Thanksgiving. Not the down-and-out, under-the-covers, bright-red-nosed, hacking kind of sick. Just a pesky cold. This side of miserable, but not even
So much as been made about the three gifts – gold, frankincense, and myrrh. So many links to worship, royalty, death and resurrection, bitterness. I
A little extra research was required this week, as I know almost nothing about frankincense – other than as a gift to the Baby Jesus.
And going into the house, they saw the child with Mary his mother, and they fell down and worshiped him. Then, opening their treasures, they
Our tree came down a little earlier this year. Usually, I’m tucking the ornaments away on January 1 – a sleepy day-after with football games
Maybe the beauty of peace has been inside of me all along. I’ve avoided confrontation most of my life. I know I’ve been compelled to