Christmas of 1965 was spent in Kfar Orah, Israel. It was an ordinary day, since everyone around me was Jewish. From the hill where I was staying, I could see Bethlehem. There was a star sitting directly above it, and I thought hmm, stars don’t move much in two thousand years; maybe that’s what theContinue reading “CHRISTMASES PAST”
In this dark season I dispense with Christmas and reflect in gratitude upon the invention of the light bulb.