Christmas in the Southland

The twister howled across the lake that night, as the 

kids were making their lists for Santa's visit Christmas 

night.

The neighborhood was excited by the roar of the train,
thinking Santa had come early on the Polar Express 

train.

The Christmas Angel took Peter by the hand. 

and ascended north, toward the Star of Bethlehem.

Each Christmas Eve the kids will gather and look 

toward the north, remembering their friend Peter and 

the savior that was born.

Isaiah 9:10 says, “The bricks have fallen down, But we
will rebuild with hewn stones; The sycamores are cut
down, But we will replace them with cedars.” We shall
build a stronger neighborhood in loving memory of our
childhood friend Peter.

                               

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THE HEALING

In a field on the outskirts of town, God’s children gathered at dusk. When the old men finished talking, it was quiet. The sun had set. The air was thick with kerosene and fresh woodchips were strewn upon the ground. The silence was broken by the gallop of horses as the men crossed the field carrying torches to light their way. The children let out a thunderous cheer when they lit the cross. The night sky glowed red from afar.

That was more than fifty years ago. The field is empty now. The collision of darkness with 20^th Century America gave rise to champions of freedom. Across the southland we remember their sacrifices. We remember their journey.

Today, the sun shines brightly, but the land remains unwell. Filled with life, color and song, we see the promise in all God’s children.

Precious in his sight, they will heal this land. 

Tom M.

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