“Daddy, are all these people Christians?” Holly was Oooing and Aaahing at all the Christmas lights in the neighborhood. “No, honey, I’m sure they’re not.”
Ellie Lord Mile after Mile By Kenneth L. Pierpont Mile after dark mile The head-lights cut a path through the night All around a million multi-colored stand-in stars light the way. Mile after frigid mile Cold presses against the cabin of the family car. Big flakes gather on the windshield the way they should at […]
The family had hoisted the tree into place and begun digging through a box of ornaments and decorations from the attic when someone mentioned there was a piece missing from the nativity set.
Debbie could not wait for the bus to arrive in Casper. The snow was falling and she could imagine the parsonage decorated for Christmas. She could imagine the taste of her mother’s traditional pumpkin roll and the smell of her father’s coffee. She remembered the sound of her brother’s baritone laughter. She closed her eyes […]
I was named after my father, David Chapman. He was a quiet man with callused hands and a soft smile. He was a farmer. He worked the rocky hills around our house as long as there was daylight. In the evening after supper we would all gather near the fire in the winter or on […]
Like no other time of the year, Christmas sends us back over the years or across the miles to home. This was especially true for a young army chaplain in South Vietnam at Christmas time in 1965.
It must have been the coldest day of the winter so far. Our neighbor silenced the pleading of his children by climbing to the top of his TV antenna tower to hang a star of colored lights. His daughter came down the hill red-cheeked, all bundled up and begged us to come up and see […]
We lived on Harland Street in Grand Rapids when I was in kindergarten. We rented a simple white house. It’s the one on the east side of the block with a diamond-shaped widow on the side by the driveway. The house was divided into two apartments. The landlord lived upstairs, we lived downstairs.