…the parched land shall become a pool, and the thirsty lands springs of water…(Isaiah 35:7)

Christ is My Lord

Today, I sang “O Holy Night” in my ward. There had been a mix-up. I thought I was supposed to sing it next week. I had told my accompanist that very thing. When I showed up, there was my name on the program.

The Ghosts of Christmas Past

…I don’t really get depressed much. I like life, even with its bad memories. I think in that moment, it was just a realization that I was getting too old to really have the kind of Christmas excitement I had when I was a child.


Christmas–The Most Powerful Day of the Year: Christmas remains for me like the atonement itself. It has the power to change the very nature of human beings and bring out the best in them.

Memories of Christmas

Advent is always one of the busiest times of the year for me. But it’s a great one as well. It offers some time for quiet reflection and recalling some of the memories of Christmases past.  3 people like this post. Like Unlike

How Silently, How Silently the Wondrous Gift is Given

Another Christmas is here. It’s been different in a number of respects, but one thing that I have discovered is that all that I love about Christmas is still with me and it’s something that is not taken away by mass commercialism, loss of a loved one or any outward cause. The wondrous and sacred […]