Is This His Christmas? The days seem to slow down in winter as we think on glad tidings so warm of He who selflessly died for us but one time was a child newly born Yet ought we not think on him daily in seasons neither bitter nor cold beyond the days of this special month when sweet tales of his birth are retold? Would he care for this time, I wonder when he’d have us his children year round; would he delight in all of the wanting would he see in it something profou

Star Wars: The Theater Menace Not many nights ago, at a theater nearby stood a boy in a line, so excited he could die waiting there for hours, his new hope, a good seat to watch rebels triumph, an evil empire to defeat; yet as the hour grew late, each moment bringing nearer the return of his Jedi, the boy’s dream so much clearer he was starting to doze, then fast found himself alone rushing through a field, under attack by an armed clone Or a stormtrooper, rather, with

There are times when I wonder the significance of Christmas. Not because it might be lost in the frenzy of wanting or the commercialized obsession over sales, but because of where Christ fits into it at all. It is my favorite time of year, yet it has always to me been a strange holiday for Christianity. But before I get to why that is, consider the below from Genesis: “And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his w

I don’t want to take much time, as I am just starting to get better from a couple weeks of illness, but these last few days of reflection have led me to consider one truth I want to talk about in short: Gratitude is oft too fleeting. What I mean is that, like orange leaves clinging to an autumn tree against an icy winter breeze, we struggle to hold on to the warmth of gratitude with the passing of time. I personally find that when I become really sick, I become extremely grat