Growing up, my biggest and warmest memory of Christmas was our creche. The handmade figures, the huge stable built by my dad. The quilt batting and snow that covered a spattering of white Christmas lights, which created a shining snow-blanketed…
Growing up, my biggest and warmest memory of Christmas was our creche. The handmade figures, the huge stable built by my dad. The quilt batting and snow that covered a spattering of white Christmas lights, which created a shining snow-blanketed…
I want you to spend a good amount of time with the story of Jesus’ birth in the Gospel of Luke. Put yourself in the story.” I nodded, agreeing to the task. “Then,” he said, “I want you to grab…
