Two stories of Christmas
There are two stories of Christmas, and I love them both. We tell the second story of Christmas every Christmas Eve. We do it in high style in Jackson at St. John’s. Almost always a fresh layer of snow, babies chirping, children squeaking, some families even put down feuds to stuff into pews in a packed church. We sing and pray and preach. We dim the lights and pass out a candle’s flame, as we Read more…








