Merry Christmas, everyone! This year is different than most. A lot of traditions are mandated aside. As much as I love traditions and festivities–they make Christmas magical– celebration of Christmas goes far beyond “how.” It’s “why.” Continue reading A light has dawned
The shepherds–have you ever wondered why God chose them to rush to the mangerside of the newborn Savior? Why they were the ones entrusted with spreading the news? Continue reading Why not the shepherds?
It was wonderful: a belated Christmas celebration, lots of food, church and friend fellowship, a helicopter ride, little people love, morning talks at the breakfast table, evening talks snuggled in fat couches, warmth, dryers, carpet, etc.
But the truth is, it’s also good to be back in Spain. It has taken a full week of not-so-good days to be able to say that. Continue reading An Illinois New Year
Do you ever feel anxious when someone brings you news? Even if it’s “good” news from their perspective, it may not be what you wanted or had hoped for. Continue reading Christmas comes to Almería
Sometimes, surrounded by people who know the Christmas story by heart and perform it every year, I forget to savor that first Christmas joy. Continue reading Christmas this year
One day in the snow in the Sierra Nevada. Continue reading Caution: snow
If anyone would have a perfect family tree, it would be sweet baby Jesus, right? No one who wants to rule the earth can hide skeletons in their closet. Any politician can tell you that. Continue reading Skeletons in the Savior’s closet
My roommate, a friend, and I spent a chilly afternoon on the beach before checking out what Christmas looks like in Almería. We sampled roasted chestnuts, feasted on chicken and potatoes, tried to find an elusive tea shop, browsed through a Christmas market, and walked and walked and walked until I was sure we had worn holes in the soles of our shoes. Continue reading It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas… in Almería
“What child is this?” We sing the words of that Christmas carol every year as if we don’t know what Child “this” is.
When I heard that a nearby university was hosting a Christmas carol festival, I didn’t need any other motivation to jump in a taxi and go. After all, North Africa isn’t the easiest place to celebrate Christmas. Continue reading Every nation, tribe, and tongue