A Child Is Born...

The Gospel According to Luke gives us snapshots of the backdrop to THE story and it goes something like this,” About that time Caesar Augustus ordered a census to be taken throughout the Empire.” Ah, yes, politics, world leaders, and the empire! So, in a way some things haven’t changed. What the rich and powerful want they tend to get. And in case you missed the memo, we are the ones living in the empire! Well Mary and Joseph made it to Bethlehem of Judah to fulfill their civic duty. What an uncomfortable trip that must have been. There they were, riding upon a donkey, with no paved road, no clean bathrooms on the way, and no room in a motel when they arrived. Ah! The magic of Christmas! You

Nothing Is Wasted

Remember the Bible story about the miraculous multiplying loaves and fishes? (See Mark 6:32-44) How at the end of the story it is said there were twelve baskets of leftovers from the feast? As a youngster I sometimes wondered about those leftovers. Wondered who brought the baskets and how the leftovers were divided and who got to take them home. Wondered whether there were fish leftovers too, and how they were transported--whether the food was wrapped in cloth and put into pockets or how that worked. And wondered whether some families may have brought their dogs or cats and whether the animals got any of the scraps. Gradually it dawned on me that the rich but untold story of the feast was

So this is Christmas

I told myself that I should limit the number of times I use my Celtic Way blogs to publicly process my faith identification journey, but that’s a difficult commitment to make this time of year. Christmas has always been my favorite holiday, though my wife has successfully lobbied for Halloween’s popularity, currently coming in at #2. In so many ways I long for the Christmas of my childhood, not because we got lots of presents, which wasn’t always the case, but because of something deeper. I still have trouble putting my finger on it today, but I think it has something to do with a feeling of warmth that comes with the excitement my Mom would bring to the holiday every year. There was always

Winter Isn't Always About Hibernating

By noon, we were already cracking jokes about weathermen who always get it wrong. As we looked up at the sky, the foot of snow they were predicting seemed impossible. And then, like God heard our jokes, the snow began to fall. The flakes were big and fluffy— about the size of a dime, we guessed. Within the hour, we’d quickly finished up our errands and hurried home. We snuggled under a blanket with hot chocolate and The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. We were starting to think the weatherman had been right all along. By sunset, my husband had already been out to shovel once and those big flakes were still falling. An hour later, while I was cooking dinner, a neighbor knocked on the door to remin

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