Enriching Our Life

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The mystery of Christmas

Therein…lies the mystery of Christmas.“God…almighty maker of heaven and earth, of all things visible and invisible” renounces Godliness for our flesh: flesh that is thrust out of a mother’s womb, that suckles a mother’s breast, that pees and poops.
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NOBODY'S PERFECT - Take a picture of us

THE FIRST TIME I saw someone with a disability in a movie was when I was eight years old. I cried when I saw the movie Heidi decades ago. I remember watching the movie as a young child when I stayed home from grade school, suffering from the flu.

Four thousand Mondays

HOW OFTEN DO YOU think about death? The thought of no longer existing is too painful and grim for many to bear and is frequently avoided, but one psychology expert thinks people need to face their fear of death head-on to live more fulfilling lives.
The Oxbow Bend of the Snake River is a popular destination right on the Loop Road. The main challenge is finding a place to park.

The Oxbow Bend of the Snake River is a popular destination right on the Loop Road. The main challenge is finding a place to park.

A WALK IN THE PARK - What to do in the Tetons

THIS SUMMER, SHIRLEY AND I spent two weeks in Yellowstone and then headed down to Grand Teton National Park. The two parks are connected by the 27 miles of the Rockefeller Memorial Parkway, which is also National Park property.
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By any other name, they would taste as sweet!

LIKE CRANBERRIES, SWEET POTATOES ARE A FOOD many Americans serve only at Thanksgiving—and maybe again at Christmas. That may be due to the fact that, although they’re available year around, they are in season during the months of November and December.
Spiritually Speaking

Spiritually Speaking

SPIRITUALLY SPEAKING - The trouble with language

Language is of only modest help. Every sentence is a wispy net, capturing a few flecks of meaning.The sun shines without vocabulary. The salmon has no name for the urge that drives it upstream.The newborn groping for the nipple knows hunger long before it knows a single word.