From earliest childhood, Christmas was my favorite holiday. In my years as a pastor my connection with Christmas grew deeper. The events of this story did not destroy Christmas for me, but it was left seriously wounded.
It still amazes me that my father, upon being diagnosed with leukemia, drove him himself 500 miles from La Grande to Portland, straight to the emergency room. Or should I say my father pushed the gas pedal and my mother steered the car. What an odd picture.