
Christmas Day was ended. The gifts had been distributed. The plenteous repast was at least partially digested. Gift wrappings were trashed and the kitchen restored to order. The happy day was closed, and we were at peace. As my wife and I entered our bedroom for the night, there on the corner of the dresser, was a standard 3×5 card with the words: Mom and Dad, On this Christmas night, 1974, I give you 2 Corinthians 4:7-10. I love you much, Jody. Forty-plus years later I have no recollection of the other gifts so graciously given that day, or even the meal, although I can fairly well presume what it was – by what Jody’s dear mother did for decades… Read more







