The stars were shining, the air was cold, but the Night was Holy. On an ordinary winter's night in a little forgotten town, the God of all creation entered His creation. He didn't come as a king; He came as a servant. There was no fanfare to greet Him, no riches upon which to lay... Continue Reading →
The night was cold. The kind of cold that seeps into bone to be expelled in clouded breaths on frigid air. The trip had been slow. A weary donkey carrying a young woman heavy with child. She sat huddled against the cold, her husband walking steadfastly beside her. Where he led, the donkey slowly followed.... Continue Reading →
