Observation - Dec. 23, 2016
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- Published on Friday, December 23, 2016
By Addy Oberlin
There is one candle burning. I watch the flame. When there is a stirring of air the flame is stirred up as well. When it is quiet, the flame spreads a peaceful feature. I can watch it for quite a while. The thought occurred to me how the wise men watched and followed that star in the sky. It must have given them peace, knowing that they would find Jesus if they kept looking up.
My perspective - Revolution of relevance
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- Published on Friday, December 23, 2016
By Kate Jackman-Atkinson
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Almost every girl who grew up in North America in the last 60 years has, at one time or another, played with a Barbie doll. Launched by Ruth Handler in 1959, the young woman with her Malibu house, pretty clothes, perfect hair and pink car have filled many young girls’ play time and imaginations.
Right in the centre - Yes, it's up to us
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- Published on Thursday, December 22, 2016
By Ken Waddell
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(The following column was first printed in 2006. The circumstances have shifted some but the Christmas message is eternal.)
Faithfully yours - What really happened in Bethlehem
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- Published on Sunday, December 18, 2016
By Neil Strohschein
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The more I study the Scriptural accounts of Jesus’ birth, the more amazed I become. His was no ordinary birth because, as we have seen, he was no ordinary baby. He was the all-powerful, all-knowing, eternally existent creator who formed and ruled over all facets of his creation. Jesus was that God—revealed in human form. He was “the Word (who) became flesh and lived for a while among us.” (John 1:14)
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Homebodies - Angels with broken wings...
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- Published on Saturday, December 17, 2016
By Rita Friesen
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Among my crèche collection is a hand crafted ceramic trio, Joseph, Mary and babe in manger, created in shades of blue and grey, that call to me. I am certain it was a gift, for alas, I seldom indulge myself in works of art. At another time I was gifted an angel, smaller that the trio, but of the same colour and style. The four-inch-tall member of the angelic host was designed to be a tree ornament, but somehow, on this earthly voyage, a wing got broken.