By day three this pertinacious puss had become a campus celebrity.
“Lazaro, stop!” Joseph’s voice jars me to a halt. I look back and see that Mary is kneeling, one hand on her belly, and the other hand cupping her forehead. “Lazaro, come back. Mary can walk no farther.” I hear Mary’s voice, so tired and worried, “My time is growing near.”
“No need to worry. I suspected it anyway. Who the hell else wears pointy green slippers with bells, and speaks like Richard Simmons sucking helium? So, tell me about the tension at work. How does it make you feel?”
I remember Christmases when I was at war, two in Vietnam and one in El Salvador, saying without prejudice that it is just not the same celebrating that holiday of holidays with the locals, and with GIs just as lonely as one’s self.
We call Him The Lamb
because he was the final blood sacrifice
who suffered in the garden, and bled from every pore
who agonized and was killed upon a cross
Jesus is the reason for the season, and no government or contentious secularist can take that from us. Merry Christmas, my wonderful brothers, sisters, and children everywhere! May our Lord God Jesus Christ be with you all the days of your lives, and beyond!
America does not have a racial divide or a class divide or a privilege divide. If there is a divide, it is in the hearts of humans.
We must fall on our knees and acknowledge our complete dependence on Him, in a partnership which, through yielding our power and will to Him, we are given the power to progress and become like Him.