And as I lay by my 67th Thanksgiving, I am gifted with my 67th Christmas. I find myself in all the “old familiar places”: before a fire, His Word, good coffee, a full house of love and loved ones, and a new dawn rises behind me, lighting the world in front of me. “Oh come all ye faithful. Joyful and triumphant. O come ye, O come ye to Bethleham.”
I hope for all of you a meaningful and sincere retracing of the Holy Trail to Bethlehem as we seek, once again, to “come and worship our newborn King” and “feel the worth of our souls.” “I’ll be seeing you in all the old familiar places.” Merry Christmas
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| All but six of us. One of Zac's and Britt's babies is sick and they didn't get to come. |
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