Mother of the Gift
-1- She was beautiful, the radiant lady wreathed with stars, standing (barefoot!) on the serpent. “Be like Mary!” they said, and my child’s heart, fed on fairy tales, responded with Continue Reading →
-1- She was beautiful, the radiant lady wreathed with stars, standing (barefoot!) on the serpent. “Be like Mary!” they said, and my child’s heart, fed on fairy tales, responded with Continue Reading →
As I pack away the manger scene, I can’t help but wonder about that other nursery. The one that Mary and Joseph must have planned for their new baby, ready Continue Reading →
For many years I spoke of Him in the third person objective, abstract, with truth but without affection dutifully sounding the gong and clashing the cymbal of obedience to a Continue Reading →
Warning: serious meter, high. This is not the usual blog post, a little more sober and meditative, not for everyone. For more of the usual goofiness, check back next week Continue Reading →
Once upon a time, a few millennia ago they say a dreamer and a virgin travelled by donkey to a far off land. There the virgin had a baby and Continue Reading →