Admission of a Violent and Undeserved Attack
Somehow, I instinctively knew what would happen next. Human cruelty and brutality at this mindless, frenzied level don’t stop of their own accord.
Somehow, I instinctively knew what would happen next. Human cruelty and brutality at this mindless, frenzied level don’t stop of their own accord.
“Rabbi!” I said. Tears of a different kind now began pouring out. There were no more questions. No more confusion. Jesus was here.
With a loud cry, Jesus said, “It is finished!” Immediately, His head hung low, and His knees buckled completely. He was no longer breathing.
I don’t know if anyone else noticed it, but there seemed to be a somberness about Him, and I couldn’t help but be more contemplative as I prepared the meal.
“How will I know if the pearl chooses me, Grandfather?” “You mustn’t worry your pretty head over it, Felice. You will know when it comes time if it’s meant to be you.”
There are ways to combat this disheartening rut, though. Not all hope is lost. Here are a few steps to rekindle creativity and overcome writer’s block.
We followed Jesus into Jerusalem, and a crowd began to form on either side of the street. The crowds were larger than usual since people had come to Jerusalem to prepare for Passover.
Call me a zombie, the undead, the living, the whatever! But in my life, before all of this, I have never felt so alive.
“Tell me. What all did you see?” We went through this process after every vision. We fed off of each other’s gifts like we were taught to do in our special seminary.
How can the One who created the universe be confined in flesh? thought the mother. “Jesus. His name is Jesus,” Joseph simply stated.
They were the first to give Christmas gifts. Being wise, their gifts were doubtless wise ones. And here I have told you the story of two children who were not wise.
Today, that little girl is a woman who prays. Not for herself or for her interracial family. She prays for the ones crippled by the ugliness of hate. She prays for those that didn’t ask for it to be passed down to them. She prays for the ones who can’t seem to find freedom from it.
Silent tears were streaming down our faces as we looked at the little baby come to save the world. So tiny. So helpless. So mighty. The King of Kings had come into the world. The Savior of all mankind was here in this manger, and I was looking at him. An admiration like I had never known flooded me.
