Like most of the old hymns, “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” tells us things about God, not about ourselves or our needs. Continue reading what the herald angels sang
For our sake He became poor, born in obscurity, practically unnoticed. This is how it had to be. Continue reading a humble beginning
So we light the candles as the shadows deepen, and mark off the calendar as the days lengthen. It’s the Babe of Bethlehem that we long for, for God to come and dwell with us. Continue reading Is it Christmas yet?
For centuries Christians have put little cemeteries by their little churches and on the outskirts of their little towns, waiting for that blessed hope, the glorious appearing of our great God and savior Jesus Christ. Continue reading He is risen just as He said
Katie gives our shared life roots and steadiness, things I need. Things every man needs. Continue reading a prudent woman is from the Lord
The winter will end. The darkness will recede. Everything will be as it should be. Every celebration points to this day and every disappointment does too. Continue reading Christmas chimes
The congregation converted a barn into a chapel in Omega, a village that no longer exists. But the church still exists. And thrives. Continue reading for you delighted in them