Tuesday, December 27, 2011
It was a white Christmas in Colorado. In the afternoon we trooped outside. The kids filled the quiet air with shrieks of delight as their sleds flew down the sledding hill. Even Dad joined in the sledding fun, although he paid for the fun he had with a sore and aching body. I made my own path through the snowy river bank and found a quiet, sunny tree trunk, and read a few words from the Bible. A few words spoken by the Christ whose birth we celebrate and seek to honor every day. The Christ I rejoice to know, or rather: rejoice because He knows me, as Paul says in Galatians. I rejoice because He knows me.