My fourth grade teacher pulls a plastic relief map from the classroom’s closet. We are, she announces, about to have an opportunity to touch the map. To feel the topography pictured in our social studies books.  Perhaps we’re interested in terrains and elevations. But we’re likely just excited to get out of our seats. Most…

(Luke 2:21-52) I picture God . . . Holy face etched in tenderness. Holy hand pushing a silvery feathered quill across the snow white pages of a leather-bound tome entitled, The Days of Their Lives. Fashioning the ins and outs of our days before He calls them into existence. Your eyes saw my unformed substance;…

(Luke 1:1-2:20) As the Christmas season jingles away into January I move into Luke’s second chapter.  My plan is to walk with Jesus, chapter by chapter, from his first earthly breath to His last between now and Easter. We’ll see how that works out for me . . . While the second chapter of Luke…