Sharing Jesus Year After Year
When one of our granddaughters was four years old, she and Ray and I drove from our town to another little town for their Christmas festival. On our way, we passed a small house with a nativity in the yard,…
When one of our granddaughters was four years old, she and Ray and I drove from our town to another little town for their Christmas festival. On our way, we passed a small house with a nativity in the yard,…
When people tell the story of Jesus’ birth, they almost always tell about the manger and the shepherds and usually about the visit of the magi. I love all these beautiful stories, but I also love the stories of Simeon and Anna,…
America is a wonderful country. This has not been the easiest year to remember that, but it is true. Yesterday, while doing research on Herbert Hoover, I went to the website of the Herbert Hoover Presidential Library and Museum. The…
With our masks on and with careful social distancing, Ray and I attended my Uncle Jerry’s funeral on Saturday afternoon. The minister talked about the years Uncle Jerry taught a men’s Sunday School class. My cousin Tina did a beautiful…
I once met a woman who worked as a social worker. She was also a strong believer in Jesus. She told me something she learned while in seminary. She said that Satan tries to break up families because family is…
When I was a girl, I often heard comedians on television. Television was more wholesome then, but we still heard things we shouldn’t and there were certainly better ways to use our time. A common joke theme was mothers-in-law. Those…