Dear Friends, My parents never made much of Santa Claus, but Christmas was usually a warm season of carols and cookies, lights and family. Then came my eighth Christmas and the warm goodwill faded fast with a quick trip to Southern California where my oldest brother had walked out on his family leaving two little
Dear Friends, Zechariah said to the angel, “How will I know that this is so? For I am an old man and my wife is getting on in years” (Luke 1:18). Mary said to the Angel, “How can this be, since I am a virgin?”The Angel said to her, “The Holy Spirit will come upon
Dear Friends, “Don’t use ‘The Little Drummer Boy!’ I hate that song,” snarled a legal colleague one day as she overheard me planning the music for a Christmas program. I was surprised at her vehemence. “It makes no sense to me. Who is this kid playing the drum and what does this have to do
Dear Friends, At 7:30 a.m. on a Tuesday morning, I head out for a 10:00 appointment in Los Angeles sixty-four miles away. Yes indeed, that is two and one-half hours to travel what should take about an hour most places. Welcome to Southern California. My friend, Garrett, our Public Affairs Officer, picks me up at
Dear Friends, When an attendant of the man of God rose early in the morning and went out, an army with horses and chariots was all around the city. His servant said, “Alas, master! What shall we do?” He replied, “Do not be afraid, for there are more with us than there are with them.”