Nothing touches me more at Christmas than the sweet voices of children singing Christmas songs to Jesus.
"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows." Matthew 10: 29-31
If someone had predicted on January 1 that just 2 months later our nation, as well as most of the world, would be brought to its knees, I would have thought that person to be on the overly-dramatic edge of craziness.
Yesterday, Kim and I were overjoyed to be part of the worship service where our son Kamaron was ordained by God and the church as a pastor.
Last week, my 58-year-old cousin Angie traded her cancer-ravaged earthly body for a strong healthy one in Heaven.
While I love many things about Indiana winters, I don't enjoy the often-long strings of gray, dreary, gloomy, cloudy days.