The smile on a baby’s cherub face, The touch of dimpled fingers round your own; The daintiness of crystal and of lace, The grandeur of a pine tree standing lone.…

Beyond the manger shines a star, Its glory bright against the sky, To soon be dimmed and blotted out; A Baby had been born to die. Deep buried in His…

Hello my friends! As we enter a new month tomorrow—actually, the first month of a new season, we’re mindful of the uncertainty of life. Yesterday at church, the preacher reminded…