reconciliation

“Poinsettia” in watercolor My brother and I rode a jeep to attend worship service one Sunday morning. There were no passengers inside except for a little boy. He was wearing a long worn shirt that touches his knee. His bare feet and hands covered in grime. He held a box wrapped with festive paper scribbled with the word donations on top. While we gave him something I ponder about Christmas. Like the little boy we are all covered with the grime, … Read More