What does Christmas mean to me? Is it trees brightly lit? Is it the mound of pretty packages underneath? Surely it’s the Nativity scene we so humbly and reverently place in a prominent spot. Or the midnight service we attend with candles lit. The Christmas pageant with children dressed in bathrobes, portraying the night of—
Oh, wait! The night of Christ’s birth! THAT’S what Christmas is about! Right? All those things mean nothing without the focus of what we’re celebrating. Put up a tree. Or don’t. Wrap pretty presents, or not. But keep Him in the center of whatever it is we do.
On my personal blog I did a Blog Blitz last month—I posted every day of the month except Sundays. It was part of my launch celebration for my new book. In the blurb, it reads, “…Clara Bess (title character) read, with shock and no small degree of…
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