Christ’s Gift

An old ornament hangs on my tree. It says, “Baby’s First Christmas 1983.” My first Christmas happened a long time ago, and I don’t remember any gift or event from that day. However, Christ’s Gift only grows more poignant and memorable with time. “The Word became flesh and dwelt among us,” John wrote. Christmas DayContinue reading “Christ’s Gift”

The Three R’s of Peace

An Excerpt from “Receive Him: A Disciple’s Advent” Philippians 4:4-6; Luke 2:22-40 Anna had many reasons to grumble, complain, and lament. She had been married young, but after only seven years, her husband died leaving her alone and childless. In her day and time, there was no way she could provide for herself. How wouldContinue reading “The Three R’s of Peace”

Paul’s Peace

When my grandmother passed away, I inherited a unique Kurdish kilim. It is a woven hall runner with intricately made designs. When I turn it over to clean, I am always amazed at the tangles of knots and thread on the back. The artisans who weave kilims have an amazing skill. Psalm 139 tells usContinue reading “Paul’s Peace”

John’s Love

The disciple John chose a nickname for himself: the disciple whom Jesus loved. He defined himself by the love of Jesus. He knew what love was because He had known Jesus. When a woman finds out that she is expecting a baby, she often starts eating differently, exercising differently, and planning differently. You can tellContinue reading “John’s Love”

Peter’s Hope

1 Pet. 1:3, Mark 14:66-72, Lamentations 3:16-26 Believe it or not, a lot of people disagree on when an unborn baby is alive. Even with all our technology that shows fetal development and heartbeat, society still wrestles with the question of when a baby is a living person. In his book Discovering Design with Biology,Continue reading “Peter’s Hope”

The Prison of Pot

It was 11:30 one night when my dogs started barking. A group of five boys was walking up the driveway. They called out to me, and I recognized them. I called the dogs, and the boys walked up to the house. They often came to play basketball or eat a meal. My mind raced toContinue reading “The Prison of Pot”