Advent is a season that I call the “Painful Hope.” But on Christmas, like Easter a bit later in the year, something amazing happens.
The local Church is the Hope of the world 1. I hear this phrase uttered in churchy settings from time to time, mostly by pastors who came of age in…
I wrote this last night as the weariness of this world crept over me.
The season of Advent is almost upon us, which always brings one of my favorite hymns to mind, “O Come, O Come Emmanuel.”
Yesterday a church gathered to worship. Twenty-six of those people were murdered, and another twenty were wounded — the victims of this assault ranged from 18 months to 77 years.
Thursday afternoon a knock sounded from my front door. Central’s church treasurer had stopped by. I invited him in at which point he held out a small gift bag and said, “Here, this made me think of you.”