Christmas Eve always holds a unique magic. The air crackles with excitement, a palpable energy that seems to build throughout the day. In my Little Rock days, the ritual was the same: a frantic, exhilarating shopping spree on Christmas Eve itself. Local stores in Little Rock transformed into bustling, chaotic wonderlands, a sensory overload of…
Building Blocks
Back in my day, a boy’s Christmas wish list was a symphony of wood and metal. Model airplanes, meticulously crafted from balsa wood and tissue paper, soared alongside erector sets that dared to defy gravity. Lincoln Logs, those sturdy giants of childhood construction, transformed into whimsical forts. Building was the king, and we, the eager…
Physical Pain
My reading of poetry has revealed a curious imbalance. While verse overflows with explorations of emotional anguish—the heart shattered by lost love, the spirit bruised by dashed hopes and bitter disappointments—it largely neglects the persistent reality of physical pain. This absence is striking, given that physical pain is an undeniable facet of the human experience,…
Special Place
He came out and went, as was his custom, to the Mount of Olives. — Luke 22:39. In the quiet solitude of the Mount of Olives, Jesus sought solace and spiritual renewal. This sacred retreat, a familiar haven, was a place where he could commune with his Father, undisturbed by the demands of his earthly…
One Who Serves
In Luke 22:27, Jesus declares, “For which is greater, one who sits at table, or one who serves? Is it not the one who sits at table? But I am among you as one who serves.” This powerful statement reveals a fundamental truth about the nature of God: God is first a servant. This…