It was quiet in the shaded parts of the manger except for the peaceful stirrings of the baby boy all had come to see. He lay there wrapped tightly in swaddling cloths, held close to his mother’s heart—a sign. Creation took time to bow before that little boy who seemed …
The little baby boy cooing so mildly in the manger made of weakness and nakedness and poverty a crown. The Son of Man, the Son of God, smiling so sweetly in the manger affirmed that He had not forgotten His promises. But before the manger—the Garden. Our need arose in …
I dreamed one night that I received a guided tour through The Artist’s workshop. Again and again I might hear him remark, “Isn’t it beautiful!” And I confessed, “It is beautiful!” “That mountain over there, why was it made?” I asked. “Why, it was made for My pleasure of course.” …