Christmas Joy

This is my daughter. I don’t post many personal things on here, but that may change. She is autistic, among other things. Her body is 15 but her cognitive development is much younger. If you ask her, she’ll say she is six. She’s had it very rough the past few years, mainly due to puberty, and she continues to have many challenges. Tonight we went to a local Christmas parade to watch my son, her brother (9), who was riding on our church float. I had to capture this moment because it has literally been years since we’ve seen her this joyful and interactive. I want to weep with gratitude and am daily humbled at the immense honor it is to be her mom. You’ll have to click the link to watch the video. Sorry.

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One Solitary Life

He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman.                                                                                                            He grew up in still another village, where He worked in a carpenter shop until He was 30.                                                                    Then for three years He was an itinerant preacher.                                                                                                                                     He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family or owned a house. He didn’t go to college. He never traveled more than 200 miles from the place He was born.                                                                                                                                      He did none of the things one usually associates with greatness. He had no credentials but Himself.                                                       He was only 33 when public opinion turned against Him. His friends deserted Him. He was turned over to His enemies and went through the mockery of a trial.                                                                                                                                                                       He was nailed to a cross between two thieves. When He was dying, His executioners gambled for His clothing, the only property He had.. . . on earth. When He was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.

Nineteen centuries have come and gone, and today He is the central figure of the human race, the leader of mankind’s progress. All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man on earth as much as that One Solitary Life.  (Author unknown)

*What this well-known poem forgets to mention, is that He did not stay dead! He is risen! And through Him, the veil was torn and mankind has life!

Merry Christmas!