The Real Christmas Story: how well do you know it?

The count is on. It’s two weeks until Christmas! The decorations are going up, the light shows are starting, and the community Christmas carols fill the weekends. Like most people, I grew up with “real” Christmas story depicted by the classical nativity scene where Jesus was born in a manger in a stable…that’s how Luke records it, right?

In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was the first registration when Quirinius was governor of Syria. And all went to be registered, each to his own town. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the town of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be registered with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child. And while they were there, the time came for her to give birth. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.

— Luke 2:1–7 (ESV)

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David: torn between love and duty…

Cover to Cover

Reading: 2 Samuel 18:1-20:3

Focus: 2 Samuel 19:1-8

Do you ever find yourself torn between the pull of those you love and the pull of the duty and responsibility you have elsewhere? In the most difficult circumstances, you desire one thing for those you love, yet duty and responsibility dictate another. There are times when the lines, the borders, are not so clear (or too clear) that the situation simply becomes overbearing and frustrating.

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Getting through each day…

It’s been just over two months now since dad passed away. For the most part, life seems as though it’s back to normal…almost. As the eldest son in the family, there has been an underlying current which has distinctly changed my personality. Mostly obvious to me, I’ve been more stressed, more angry, less patient… there’s probably other issues which I don’t even notice. It’s somewhat frustrating, that’s not the person I want to be, period.

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