A Mother’s Perspective

Mary watched in anguish, but not near the anguish her Son must have felt as He, with arms outstretched, hung on a cross.

Home Alone

I have never, ever been home alone on Christmas Eve. As the realization washed over me, a tiny ripple of feeling sorry for myself began to trickle into my heart. 

But then, the Holy Spirit interrupted with an almost-audible whisper. “This is the perfect night to spend with Jesus.”

Mystery Mansion – Part II

As we gazed at the scene before us, we felt the floor begin to quiver and shake. We grabbed each other’s arms and were about to flee in terror, but a voice sounded, “Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last.”