Christmas in the Desert – Part 2

The first time I went to Disneyland I was about nine years old. If I am remembering correctly, it was a gift from the doctor my mother worked for as a secretary. She and my dad were divorced by then, so she loaded us four kids up in her small sedan -- or was it…

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Christmas in the Desert – Part 1

It had been eleven years since the last time we were home at Christmas, and we made up for lost time in the two weeks we spent in the desert. I had a busy month or so before our trip, including my church's staging of A Christmas Carol the second week of December and all the…

Tour de H2O

It was a few months before Christmas two years ago when I sat in a staff meeting at my church as we discussed seasonal impact opportunities. We usually have a couple projects we encourage our members to contribute financially to, as people in general, not just Christians, typically increase their charitable giving around Christmas. One…

Sapping My Creativity — and a link

My creative energy has been sapped lately, which is why I haven't posted here on Mondays in a couple weeks. I spent a few weeks reflecting and crafting my sermon I preached at my church on November 25. I don't think I could ever preach every week like some pastors do. I always need time…

Nuttin' for Christmas

Last week we received in the mail a catalog that is to our girls like the Sears catalog was to me when I was a kid. Remember that big catalog and the pages and pages of toys? Like Ralphie with his Red Rider, I’d take a Sharpie and circle everything I wanted from Santa, which…

The Little Mexican Girl I Loved

I'm postponing my normal First Century Pastor post today to tell you about a little Mexican girl I loved in second grade. Her name was Veronica Rodriguez, and she had tan skin and dark hair that ran the length of her back. ... Back then I was no more Mexican than my Gringo mother and stepfather.