 Dear Aunt Nell,
The holiday season will soon be upon us. I love the holidays, don't you? But before the more festive holidays, our family has several other celebrations.
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 My initiation into serving in an urban elementary school was swift and heartbreaking.
Tossed about by poverty and neglect, Larry's family awaited the arrival of sibling number seven. A mother barely thirty and no baby daddies in sight for any of them, life held few promises.  Everywhere we look there seems to be poverty, corruption, natural disaster. What hope could there possibly be for any kind of future?
 O Lord, all my life I heard the prophecy of Isaiah, the hope for a Savior, but now I am distraught. I see no hope around me. Your godly king, Josiah, is gone. Will you raise up another?
 She brings joy and light to me every Wednesday. Every week it's a new holy moment with her, a new gift that I don't deserve.
Dear Reader, is there someone in your world who blesses you with each encounter? Someone the Lord seemingly dropped into your universe, unbidden, but more than welcome?  I don't gamble, smoke, or drink, at least not alcoholic, but I love my sweet tea! I consider it an indulgence, but Dear Reader, it's not the tea, it's about something very precious, a simple pleasure.
  A few weeks ago Tom and I were hooking up with Mary and Mark to deliver the granddaughters. It was a treat to take them to friends of M & M's home. Mary's friend, Kate, exudes welcome and hospitality wherever, whenever you see her. Despite the rain and sleet, the minute the door opened at Kate's house the spirit of Christian fellowship spilled out of the living space and flooded the porch. And the apostles preached powerful sermons about the resurrection of the Lord Jesus, and there was warm fellowship among all the believers...  One of the things I like most about our house is its dining room. Yeah, yeah, I know, open concept is what's currently trending in today's homes. But trust me, there are times when family and friends eat all over our four rooms of entertaining space. For me, though, there's something special about a dining room.
 Don't you love a church potluck dinner? Nobody cooks like the "church ladies"! Long before I ever heard of Golden Corral, my preschool hand was sneaking up to grab a culinary treat from the long stone tables in our tiny churchyard.
 I once knew a man who drove a beat-up pickup truck and wore faded overalls every time he came into the business where I worked. You could tell by looking at his hands that he worked hard with them.
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