Every year, on New year's Day, I try and take some time to be with God, and ask him a few questions.
Every year, on New year's Day, I try and take some time to be with God, and ask him a few questions.
I love singing Christmas carols. I love what their words remind me of. Just this morning Stasi was singing a few refrains from O Holy Night and it absolutely grabbed me:
A thrill of hope
The weary world rejoices
Something deep in my spirit said, O yes, dear Jesus, we need hope. Come for this weary world. Actually, this world is more than weary. This world is coming apart at the seams. I do not refer to the wars, the disease, the economic chaos, the human trafficking. These tragedies are blatant. Something deeper is...
Well, Stasi and I have been up for most of the night.
December 15 is a big day for Stasi and me.
Well, we crossed the threshold into Advent on Sunday. As my thoughts have been turning towards the Advent season, and the coming of Christmas, I found myself thinking about gifts I would like to give, and gifts I would like to receive. After a good bit of meandering, I landed on what I most want to ask from God, the greatest gift he could give me.