Open it

I hope your Christmas was filled with joy and wonder. I've decided my favorite part of Christmas comes right after I hear myself issue this command: Open it! Open it! 

Making bright pink leg warmers for my niece, Payton; and a gray scarf for my nephew, Cole was fun but seeing them wear it was more than fun.

And then, tonight I got to celebrate Christmas with "the girls"... and I got to give them these:

These two are not fans of getting their picture taken... hence the B&W.

Oh what fun!



Apparently the world has not ended yet. At least not for places like New Zealand. 

Anyway, earlier this week, the great guys at the Good Men Project published another one of my essays. This one was actually from my thesis and I like how it turned out.. Read it here: The Grace Hotel

If you haven't read it yet, I hope that you do. If you have read it, I hope that you aren't sick of these shameless plugs.


I've been thinking all day about what I would say about love and the advent season...

Last night, at church, and every year about this time, I am reminded that the Isrealites were actually looking for a leader, they anticipated a war, they wanted the current government overthrown - to be released from oppression.

They followed a star.

What they got was a baby.

Whatever else love is, it's always so surprising.

Tonight I am grateful for the reminder.



It's the 2nd Sunday of Advent. This marks the week that we proclaim our Love. It also happens to be my parents 39th wedding anniversary. I can think of no better example of love in action than these two:

Their love spills al over everything in such a beautiful way. Congratulations!




I was driving home today listening to Christmas music and I realized something... there are certain songs I collect. I think I have 12 different versions of Emmanuel. Maybe 8 versions of Oh Little Town of Bethlehem... And I've always loved the hymn, Come Thou Fount... I have a lot of that one too. 

I've been trying not to listen to the same thing too much. I'm afraid of associating one song with "The Christmas that Dad had cancer" but the words to Emmanuel struck me this afternoon:

Oh Come, Oh Come Emmanuel/ And ransom captive Isreal/ That mourns in lonely exile here/ Until the Son of God appears/ Rejoice, rejoice Emmanuel/ Shall come to thee oh Isreal/ Oh come, Thou Dayspring, come and cheer/ Our spirits by Thine advent here;/Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,/ And death's dark shadows put to flight./ Rejoice, rejoice Emmanuel/ Shall come to thee, Oh Israel./ Oh come, Desire of nations, bind/ In one the hearts of all mankind;/ Bid Thou our sad divisions cease,/ And be Thyself our King of peace.

How comforting and hopeful!