January is the month favored for new resolutions. I choose December for remembrance. December remembers.
December and Christmas memories intertwine. My childhood creche had a chimney. I went through a phase of jealousy. If one of my brothers got to place the baby in his manger, I’d drop Jesus down the chute.
Thank goodness for maturity and grace. At age 8 I was Mary in a church Christmas play. It gave me a memorable foretaste of the intimacy of mothering. So it felt strange and intrusive to have an audience of eyes on me. No wonder Mary “hid things in her heart” (Luke 2:19). (more…)