A couple of weeks ago I was on a personal retreat, and during a particular prayer session, the speaker wanted me and my fellow retreatants to imagine ourselves in a garden walking with Jesus.
Recently I read a sentiment about Christmas that I have heard often over the years, from family, friends and even strangers as they go about their Christmas shopping.
I’ve struggled with Christmas this year; it’s come too suddenly, with Advent being railroaded by a thousand and one other things that have been shouting louder than the carols.
My husband and I raised three kids in Alaska. It was a great place to live, but it was a long way from our families in the Midwest and on the East Coast.
Just yesterday we celebrated the Lord God Almighty being born of a woman and becoming fully man. The King of Kings has come to His people! And today we find the feast of the first martyr, who died because he refused to deny the King of Kings.