It’s never as much fun to de-decorate as it is to decorate. I never anticipate with joy how the de-decorating process will look, how exciting it will be to see the house void of its Christmas splendor, how great all the boxes will look, stacked up in the closet under the stairs.
I’m writing this on my birthday. It’s one of those birthdays where people sometimes stop counting. Depending on my mood, I either embrace my birthday or I panic. I haven’t yet decided which I’m going to do this year.
My guess is that there won’t be many people who disagree with me that green is a color of Christmas. You’ve got your green wreaths. Your green Christmas trees. Your green holly. Elves seem to wear a lot of green. So I guess that proves it. As I wracked my brain for other green Christmasy things, I thought of my sister’s church, back on Orcas Island, Wash. where I grew up. In recent years they have had a “Hanging of the Greens” service in early December.
Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king, "Do you know what I know? In your palace warm, mighty king, do you know what I know? A Child, a Child shivers in the cold, let us bring him silver and gold, let us bring him silver and gold." ( Do you Hear what I Hear, Regney/Baker, 196
It’s easy to think about the color white right now as I look out my windows. Everything is white. The lake is covered in white. Every needle and every branch on every single tree is white. White frost etches my windows. The very air is white.
What is it about the color red that is so celebratory? Just try not to smile at a red balloon! Or a child pulling a red wagon. Or consider the red jackets of the Queen’s guards! Or the red stripe on a Marine’s fancy dress uniform! Red is sharp. It’s bold. It’s cheerful.
When I was a kid I attended Good News Club one day a week after school. It was held at our church and my mom was one of the leaders. Good News Club was run by Child Evangelism Fellowship (CEF), which still exists today. One of the things I remember most about Good News Club was the Wordless Book.
When we were in the final days leading up to the women’s conference this fall, I was reading my Bible one night before bed and two verses jumped out at me. I was feeling a little anxious about the upcoming conference. Not terribly stressed, but tired, and that always seems to lead to anxiety.
WORTHINGTON — In a world of instant gratification, trends and loyalty, longevity can be a rare find. Worthington’s Chamber Singers defy the odds, both in endurance as an entity and in Christmas Spirit in this year’s annual concert.
When I was 13 years old — give or take a year — my sister and brother-in-law took me ice skating for the first time. I lived in Washington state and it didn’t freeze very often on Orcas Island, so to have the ice on the ponds actually freeze hard enough to hold people … well, that was pretty special.