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Crossing Cultures Devotional Memoir

The greatest Treasure

One Christmas in Karachi. Mary’s travel to Bethlehem in her pregnancy catches my attention. And imagination.

I’m expecting our second child at the time. Struggling with all-day sickness. I put myself in her shoes. On the rough road from Nazareth. 

Arriving. Travel weary. And finding no place to stay.
Making do in temporary quarters. Where animals are kept. 

Giving birth.
Away from home and the familiar. 
Placing a newborn in the feeding trough. 

Yet, treasure. In the midst of it all. She holds the Savior of the world in her arms.

Nativity. Image by Walter Chavez on Unsplash photos.
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Devotional Making Disciples Memoir

Take the time

My mother tells the story. Her dad was going blind. So every morning she or her sister would stop by the home where he stayed. And read the Bible to him. 

One particular day, Mom was in a hurry. On a tight schedule. She rushed in with no time to spare. Out of breath and talking fast. “So, Daddy, which chapter do you want me to read today?”

In his slow Southern drawl, Grandaddy said “Well, how about Psalm 119?” 

Me perched between my two grandfathers. Waxing eloquent, I’m sure.
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Devotional Memoir

Words

Words. Wrestling through antiquated phrasing and sentence structure in classic devotional books engages my mind. Pushes me to discern. 

New versions come out to simplify the flow for today’s reader.

But I’m drawn back to the original way it was written. How sentences were crafted in that era. 

It makes me think about what I’m reading.