It is as if the lamp held by Lady Liberty is no longer lifted so high, that the light has dimmed, or that it is partially shaded for many of the tempest-tossed.
Friday afternoon, as is our tradition, Rebekah started pulling festive home accents from the attic. She insists, by the way, that the overall effect will be more subtle this year…
This morning I have this image in my mind of a small, helpless, squirmy baby, a newborn with an alter-ego that looks something like this: “Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace” (Isaiah 9:6). Just a baby. Born into a refugee family… Read More ›