Prejudice.

On Sunday the church was packed as our Pastor came to the stage. He was a bit out of sorts; stumbling with his words at first—as if trying to sort them in a way that would carry the burden off his shoulders and onto God’s.

He said he’d had it with the endless stream of racial tension and divisive rhetoric keeping us from understanding one another. “Look around you!” he screamed. “Look at this crowd. THIS is real. Love is real. This church is real.”

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Family Goals Night.

I don’t know if the words “Five days till Christmas” evoke terror in you, but they sure do me! Every year I think I’ll be more organized; more on top of things; more relaxed and therefore able to roam the aisles and shop, cook, and decorate with ease. Last year the picture for our Christmas card was taken in a parking lot that happened to have a tree, I plowed through decorating our tree while running a fever with the flu, and I didn’t do any cooking unless you consider buying peppermint sticks a move towards baking.

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