We Fall So We Can Rise

On a cloudy autumn day I pedal my bike along a ridge to a hilltop strewn with piñon trees, distant mountains visible in every direction. Elation brims over within me. I turn my bike downhill on a crazy-fun romp. I bank turns, skirt around trees and grind though gravel...
I Am the Child

I Am the Child

I pull the little hand-carved Christ figurine from the box and place it in the manger. Next I find Mary and Joseph and set them on either side of the child’s tiny crib. As I do this my heart both tugs downward and rises upward. It’s an odd bitter sweetness on this...