...He said to the ruler of the synagogue, “Do not be afraid; only believe.” Mark 5:36 To the two blind men who came to Jesus for their miracles, Jesus said, “Do you believe that I am able to do this?” And to Jairus, who had just been told that his daughter was dead, Jesus said,… Continue reading only believe
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friday – good and black
He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth; like a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and like a sheep that before its shearers is dumb, so he opened not his mouth. Isaiah 53:7 Christian tradition says Christ spent Friday on a cross, juxtaposed between two thieves, completing God’s… Continue reading friday – good and black
St. Patrick’s Day
Here's an IRISH LEPRECHAUNto help your good luck hold -until you catch a real oneand find his POT OF GOLD! Around here we celebrate St. Patrick's Day because, we ARE Irish, both by affection and by heritage. Why do you suppose D has always called me Irish? My paternal grandparents immigrated to America from county Cork before the… Continue reading St. Patrick’s Day
Christmas Love
Today I'm sharing another tidbit from my collection of Christmas Stories that warm my heart and remind me why we celebrate the season. Hope you enjoy this one as much as I always have. Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations—extensive card writing,… Continue reading Christmas Love
teach the children
Christmas at the Daily's Just a week before Christmas I had a visitor. This is how it happened. I just finished the household chores for the night and was preparing to go to bed when I heard a noise in the front of the house. I opened the door to the front room, and to… Continue reading teach the children
Santa – the true story
From my collection of Christmas stories, shared over the years at nanaellen.com, now being repeated here on CCB. Wishing you a Joyous Christmas. I remember my first Christmas party with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the… Continue reading Santa – the true story
the Christmas question
I watch with fascination and some apprehension as preparations for yet another Christmas begin. Boxes I know to be filled with glitter and sparkle are lifted down from their resting place in the attic. The accumulated dust of eleven months is brushed away. The old fashioned stand is located and we begin our annual discussion...… Continue reading the Christmas question