Mary rose before sunrise; The baby was still sleeping, As was Joseph and most of The animals, except for one cow Who looked a little sheepish. The shepherds were long gone. In their excitement, they had not Cleaned up well after themselves. The Magi were resting somewhere, Waiting for night
My favorite caroling memory happened when I was in fifth grade in Lusaka, Zambia. Christmas came in the summer there, so we sang in shorts – actually, our Wolf Cub uniforms. Our den mother announced that we were going caroling at State House, the presidential residence. We practiced hard to sound
I realize I just posted a story a couple of days ago, but this one feels right for tonight. It was also written for a Christmas Eve service and was inspired by my wonderful red-headed godson, Samuel. Samuel’s Song: A Story for Christmas by Milton Brasher-Cunningham Gloria in excelcis
One of my favorite people at work is Pedro, one of our dishwashers. He is Brazilian and is still working on learning English. He and I have struck up a friendship and I look forward to him coming in each evening because I know I’m going to be greeted
Driving to work this morning, I was thinking about what I might write when I got home tonight. Though a couple of things came to mind and the day offered its own stories, what seemed ripe to share is a story I wrote for our Christmas Eve service a few
Ginger and I got one of our Christmas presents early tonight: Jay took us to the Boston Gay Men’s Chorus “Home for the Holidays” Concert. Chad, the organist and choir director at the church in Hanover is the musical director for the group and we know a couple of
My day was bookended by memorable phrases. I was listening to On Point on the way to work this morning. Tom Ashbrook was leading a very interesting and rather animated discussion about the possibility of sending a surge of additional troops into Iraq as a way to make things better.
Church today, for me, was an experience of non-sequiturs tethered together by Coffee Hour. On the heels of an experience that came close to The Best Christmas Pageant Ever , we had our monthly Church Council meeting, which involved discussions about everything from window shades to stewardship. Everything we talked about
While my parents were here they wanted us to open our Christmas presents early so they could see how we liked what they got us. I love mine –- they gave me an iPod Shuffle. The postage stamp-sized gadget holds two hundred and fifty songs. I loaded it up for
In Arabic poetry, there are four great subjects worthy of the poet: love, song, blood, and travel. Roger Housden writes: These were considered the basic desires of the human heart, and thus travel was elevated to the dignity of being a necessity for any human being who is truly alive.
My birthday means I’ve made some additions to both my literary and music libraries. One of the volumes I got to spend a little time with tonight is Ten Poems to Change Your Life by Roger Housden. The second poem is one by the marvelous Spanish poet, Antonio Machado
The first event of my birthday was Ginger giving me a t-shirt that read: “fifty is the new thirty.” I then had a wonderful breakfast with Ginger and both sets of our parents at Percy’s Place in Plymouth, a wonderful breakfast cafe that boasts the biggest breakfast menu in