Because the island is fairly remote, I do much of my Christmas shopping by mail, combing through stacks of catalogs that arrive each day and searching for perfect gifts. I’m suspicious of ‘one size fits all’ tags, and doubt if most ‘unisex’ gifts are really welcomed by either sex. Pictures can be deceiving too; sometimes I’m not very good at judging size, and I’ve ordered what I thought was an impressive gift only to receive a very tiny version instead. It’s difficult to find gifts from a distance, and I tend to agonize over each selection. At this time of year I can’t help but think of the gift God chose to give to humans—the gift of his only begotten Son. One size fits all, unisex, flawless and everlasting; truly this is the perfect gift to solve all human problems. Perfect for young and old, and all ages in between. Thank you God, for this unique gift that continues through the centuries to give hope, resurrection, and eternal life. Amen.
I love to watch the pelicans fly; they seem so choreographed in their flight, each dipping a bit, or soaring upward, or flapping wings in precisely the same sequence and
I woke during the night and listened to the cicadas singing their song, cresting with an intensity that echoed in the darkness. A chorus of them joined in making music,
Sea foam washed over my feet as I waded at the dividing line between shore and surf. Like white soapsuds, the foam floated at the water’s edge, piled up in