ornaments: a minimalist story

I don't know about your family, but it seems that as far back as I can remember, my family has been exceedingly sentimental about Christmas ornaments. Every year when we pulled the Christmas decorations out at the Wilson house - after bringing home a freshly cut tree from Cherry Grove Tree Farm - the adorning…

Our Messiah: Part 3

"Grandmother Anna, you must stay in today," I sigh for the third time that morning. "You're not well." My mother's grandmother smiles at me, her eyes disappearing behind layers of soft wrinkled skin. "I am as well as I have ever been. The Lord's work will not wait. I must go and pray at the…

Our Messiah: Part 2

"Marah, quickly. Guests will start arriving as early as tonight. We must be ready." I stumble down the steps carrying an armload of sheets. "Mama, I am moving quickly," I say, muffled by the pile of cloth. "It's not my fault Papa asked me to carry all these at once!" "Watch now," my sister grunts,…

Our Messiah: Part 1

I joyfully skip down the dirt path as the sun rises. The shepherds already have their sheep on the hillside in the distance. I call a morning "Shalom!" to our neighbor who sits outside washing clothes. "Sara," she says with a smile. "Too much excitement this early in the morning. Are you off to see Mary?"…