Walking Out of Church on Christmas Eve
I love Jesus but the Church is Not My Spiritual Home
Like so many Christmas Eve nights before it, our house smelled like Fraser Fir and cookies baking in the oven. The TV was on a heavy rotation of The Grinch, Elf, and A Christmas Story, and my kids swung like a pendulum between checking on cookies, counting presents, and watching a movie. The Christmas tree shined as …
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