A Favorite Christmas Musing – Swaddling Cloths
It was just about midnight on Christmas Eve and everyone was commenting on what a beautiful service it had been – with joyful Christmas carols, the telling of the Christmas story, a wonderful message preached, and the glorious service of candle lighting and the singing of “Silent Night.” Everyone was happy. Everyone except Hazel. I was just a seminary student at the time and I don’t know why she picked me to complain to, but Hazel caught up to me out in the narthex of this big Methodist Church. She got right up in my face and I thought [READ MORE]