It was a snowless night, bitter and empty. I shivered against the wind and considered how one year had changed everything.
Overnight, I became someone people overlooked, ignored. I spoke, and no one responded.
When we got to our congregations, no one cared about Jesus’ Hebraic roots. No one was moved by our facility with first Century Greek.
For the rest of his life, my father never, ever, ever again — invited anyone outside our immediate family to share a holiday meal.
Childhood is short. Without your good example, those little children at your door will “trick or treat” five, maybe six times in their lives.
Remember — you’re the parent in this situation; with obligation and responsibility to protect the heart, soul, and spirit of your little one.
When I was a little girl, $52 bought a lot of Christmas for our little family.
Constitutional arguments versus emotional appeals and a generational divide at a marriage amendment phone bank.