“Jesus! Mama, baby Jesus! I want to see! I want to see Jesus!,” shrieks my littlest darling. How can I refuse? I lift her, for what seems like the hundredth time this morning, to the manger scene on the living room bookshelf. She gazes in wonder, oohs and ahs, gingerlyfingering the cornhusk baby in his twig and banana fiber trough. “Jesus, Mama,” she whispers. And so, the nativity scene that once was packed away each year after Christmas remains on the bookshelf still, because my … [Read more...]

“Jesus! Mama, baby Jesus! I want to see! I want to see Jesus!,” shrieks my littlest darling. How can I refuse? I lift her, for what seems like the hundredth time this morning, to the manger scene on the living room bookshelf. She gazes in wonder, oohs and ahs, gingerlyfingering the cornhusk baby in his twig and banana fiber trough. “Jesus, Mama,” she whispers. And so, the nativity scene that once was packed away each year after Christmas remains on the bookshelf still, because my darling … [Read more...]