yesterday we started the christmas decorating process. and wow is it daunting. box after box after box to open up and see what lies within, freeing ghosts of christmases past from crumpled up newspaper. all the current decorations have to be taken down and put away and things cleaned before the Christmas decorations go up. we spent a great deal of time on this yesterday afternoon, and didn't finish. there are still boxes to be opened. there is still a space for a christmas tree. there are still cards to be sent and things to be bought and packages to wrap and so on. daunting. in church yesterday we read from luke 1 when the angel gabriel is talking to mary and he tells her that she is going to be pregnant and have this child. and its not just that (as if that wasn't enough), but he tells her in verses 32 and 33 that the child "will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, and he will reig
a collection of words about God and life and art and baseball and football and hope and my family and my ministry and music and the immense joy in each moment of all of it. it's a record of being human. welcome.