Forget the milk

When it's been a long week:

How glad I am that, as my friend preached, "You can't out-sin the justification of God."


How glad I am, too, that Jesus came into our mess before we were spiritually ready for Christmas.

How Caleb and Uncle Paul spent Thanksgiving morning:  creating a vehicle, from scratch, for Ears.

We're more consistent this year on our family Advent readings, but that doesn't mean that we're any more spiritual about it.  Caleb was bouncing off the walls while we were singing the lovely reflective hymn "Of the Father's Love Begotten."  I gritted my teeth through the first two verses but lost it during the third.

O ye heights of heaven, adore Him;

Angel hosts, His praises sing;

Powers, dominions, bow before Him

And extol our God and King--

CALEB, KNOCK IT OFF AND BE QUIET!!

My conviction came swiftly with the very next words.

Let no tongue on earth be silent,

Every voice in concert ring

Evermore and evermore.

Micaiah on the swing at Thanksgiving

Yes, child, can't you be less like a child this Christmas, and more like a staid elder?  Control your exuberance; contain your joy.  Let your tongue be silent while the angels call us to sing praise.

Way to go, Mom.

Thank God for our Savior who came to our darkness.

Good Christian, fear, for sinners here

The silent Word is pleading.

Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,

The cross be borne for me, for you,

Hail, hail the Word made flesh,

The Babe, the Son of Mary!