It's Just Hay

The family across the street from us has a great, classic-style nativity scene in their front yard. It’s got three wise men with gifts, a Mary and Joseph, a shepherd boy with a lamb, and a manger. Sadly, there’s no Jesus – I suspect because...

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Expectations

Christmas Eve is probably one of the most anticipated days of the year in the United States. Kids have been out of school for a week or two, homes are beginning to fill with family and friends arriving to celebrate Christmas together, and...

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God with us

God with us. This time of year that phrase seems to roll off the tongue when we sing Christmas carols or hymns that speak of Christ’s coming to earth as a child. Do we really grasp the meaning of the phrase though? God with us. We have this...

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The Love of the Father

In 1906, two chubby twins – a boy and a girl – were born to a prominent middle-class family in Breslau, Germany. It was a big family with eight kids, and they were a tight-knit clan. Their father was a distinguished professor of...

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Clinging to Joy

In 1870, Horatio Spafford was a successful Chicago lawyer, with a 4- year old son and four older daughters. Life was good, happy, full of promise. I imagine Christmas at the Spaffords in 1870 was full of laughter, the kind of Normal Rockwell type...

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The Comforter Has Come

Since this is “the most wonderful time of the year, I want to tell you about the least wonderful time of the year. For a sports guy like me, the All-Star Break over the summer is a sort of annual crisis. For a full week, there are no sports on...

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Desperately Seeking

On the night after Thanksgiving 2008, a crowd of more than 2,000 people gathered in the parking lot of a suburban New York Wal-Mart. They were waiting for the store to open, with Black Friday savings to be had. As the 5am opening neared, the...

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Overcoming the Darkness

When I was in college, I was maybe not the most focused student. There was far too much fun stuff to do, and in most (non-math-related) classes, I could more or less get away with it. During finals one year, my friend Trez (who usually planned...

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