I was talking with a friend from New Orleans the other day. Before she became a widow she was a pastor’s wife. We were chatting about the things women our age talk about – men and babies (and no that’s not always a redundant pairing), and about the gifts we ought to (read: deserve to) get for Mother’s Day. “Can you imagine being the Mother of Jesus? What an honor,” my girlfriend said breathlessly. “I would have loved to have... Read more