On the way to Yucatan Landing this past weekend with my friends Robert and Jerry, I took them to another abandoned church near Newellton, Louisiana. The dirt dauber nest on the communion table was a surreal image to me. These aren't exactly Christmas pictures, but they reinforce, for me, the meaning of Christmas. We have a Savior. We have a God who doesn't want us to go through life alone. We have a Lord who will never leave us, although churches may come and go. Merry Christmas, everybody.
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