...a word from Kathy

O ften, I awake in the wee hours.  My mind mostly weighs heavy thoughts in these moments.  I think of old days and old ways as well as yesterday and future days.  However, the silence in these hours is most welcome even amongst the tick-tock I hear in my head and house.   And then, the silent child is beside my bed.  She's scared, she's teary, she's looking for reassurance that someone is near.  She's searching in the darkness and quiet for safe arms as she has woken up in an unknown place and sees only shadows of yesterday.  My granddaughter wanted her mom, her comfort and protector. This Christmas I sense that my protector is far and near too. He's farther and nearer than I can know. He's farther ahead and behind that I can understand. He's nearer than my next breath. He's farther in healing my past than I can conceive. He's farther than what I expect Him to be and nearer to my wildest hope. He's farther from condemnation and nearer to all lovi...

Santa  is practically on his way.  Children are in full anticipation of his arrival, experiencing no doubt of his arrival.  I don't believe that I've ever heard a child say, "what if Santa doesn't come."   They are confidently focused on packages arriving: gifts, gadgets and gizmos!   This bold anticipation of Santa's arrival is a teaching moment for me.   Before the birth of Jesus, the Jewish people did not doubt a Savior was coming.  They faithfully knew that one day he would come.  They were preparing for him; not with ribbons and wrappings but with hearts of quiet anticipation knowing he was practically on his way. As we enter the last ten days before December 25, I wonder if I'm anticipating Santa or a Savior. It seems that in the age that Jesus was born,  people were starving for a Saviour.  They lived life desperate for a hero, a conqueror.  They realized that their only hope was for a king to come and defeat their enemies. ...

I 'm a long-time Southern girl.  Most often we celebrated the Christmas season in cotton sweaters and longed for cold weather.  But occasionally in December we got a snowy moment or two.  And what I remember most about a snowy morning was stepping outside and hearing absolutely NOTHING.  The silence of snow is a most beautiful thing.  In fact, not much else in my world creates silence.  But when presented with it, I suddenly realize my deep longing for it. Zechariah was a priest in the Temple in Jerusalem just before Jesus was born.  Let's read about him:   Then an angel of the Lord appeared to him, standing at the right side of the altar of incense.  12   When Zechariah saw him, he  w as startled and was gripped with fear.  13   But the angel said to him: “Do not be afraid, Zechariah; your prayer has been heard. Your wife Elizabeth will bear you a son, and you are to call him John.  14  ...

Edwin Warner Park Nashville, TN I t is December 1st and a new day.  A new day traveling toward Christmas Day.  A new day for me in a new place.  And I desire for a new day in my heart and mind. December brings to mind hustling and bustling, decorations and gift buying.  However, the left-over turkey is still in the frig!  What is my hurry? Let us all S L O W  D O W N.   Slow down and think about what is to come, what has come.   Who is this Baby that Christians celebrate at Christmas?  This Baby is the God who according to Tim Keller, "wrote himself into the scripts of our lives." This God came to us in creation.  He came when we least expected Him and we wondered, how?  This God came to us as we were waiting for someone to save us. I'm thinking today of people looking for hope.  People looking for energy for tomorrow and food for today.  I'm putting myself in shoes of those looking for money to pay taxes and take long jou...