The Christmas Miracle
The deep red poinsettias glowed against the dark wood steps. Hundreds of white lights sparkled on the evergreen trees. The candelabra were lit and the baby Jesus lay in his manger bed, but he was hidden by the coffin. It was quiet and peaceful, everyone waiting for the funeral to begin. Then it was time,…
A Rose-Colored Sunday
Gaudete Sunday. Rejoice! The time of waiting was nearly over, with Christmas only ten days away. Except he wasn’t rejoicing; in fact, he was standing by the piano screaming. People were still filing out of the church, but he had no intention of waiting for a quiet moment. She could only stand there, listening, until…
Advent
For me, the best image has always been the night sky on a crisp December evening. Small pinpoints of light in the darkness. The air just cold enough to make your eyes crinkle, but not so cold that your lungs hurt. The world is quiet, as though listening for the stars to speak. This is…
Touching the Sky
Memories can be like our favorite shoes, we keep them handy and slide into them easily when we’re ready for a walk through the past. They fit us well, these memories, and we treasure the comfort and happiness they bring. My memories of Mary Ann are part of a magical childhood of summers spent at…