For various reasons this year has seemed more unChristmas-like to me than any other year. The only Christmas music I could access on my computer was Handel’s Messiah (13 tracks), so I listened to it MANY times. One day last week I was riding the bus and everything in my personal life, this country and the world seemed overwhelmingly hopeless.
"Once I dreamed I was in an abyss and couldn't get out until my nephew came to save me. The next day I asked a foreigner about the meaning of the dream. She said that maybe my nephew could help me learn about Christianity, maybe not. Sometime later my nephew spoke to me about faith. Because I trust him completely I decided to frankly share what I experienced. He explained a lot but I still had my doubts. "
"Watch out, he is aggressive again," Jack's sister warned me before I entered his room. Knowing that the Lord was with me I didn't fear when I greeted him. I kissed his hand and he kissed mine. How sad to see him sitting naked in the corner again, exactly the way I met him for the first time five years ago. Had nothing changed in all those years?