Sometimes We HaveTo Love, Solo

Recently, I read about the time  Jesus washed the feet of his disciples.  I learned something great about Jesus, and not-so-great about myself. Jesus often loved, solo. When he knelt down to do the lowly, the dirty, he often did so by himself.  He didn’t have to. He...

Joy to the World, and Me,and a Chocolate Fountain

I don’t know how I remember this, but when we lived in Bowling Green, Ohio, I was eight years old when I went to Vacation Bible School at Plain Congregational Church. That summer, I learned an acronym I haven’t forgotten 30+ years later: J.O.Y. –...

My Version of “Twas the Night” (in poem)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through my town, as the stockings went up, the sun came down. The trees were getting trimmed, the smell of pine near. It was Christmas now, was Thanksgiving even here? My kids sensed something fun in the air Yet I struggled...
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