A Time to Seek {Advent}

  A star burned one night, leading wise men from the East.┬áIt led those people who were accustomed to seeking. People accustomed to the night sky. People accustomed to wondering. People accustomed to looking upward toward the heavens. God sent a message about a...

The Hope of Burying Bulbs

They ask me for tulips. Large brown eager eyes await my answer. How can I say no? The day is not so cold, and this may be our last chance to plant. “Which colors?” I ask. “Red,” says one. “Pink,” says another, “and...