As I sit here reflecting on what Christmas means to me, at this point and time I must interject, I see it as reminder of the time where hope was born into the world. Since Mom passing, Mom was born on December 25, 1936, it is pressing upon my being more than usual this year. So in Celebration of the season to come, and Mom’s journey here forth, I am re-posting a post I wrote earlier this year.
Peace, The Jagged Man
.. then twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on him.” Mark 15:17