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Well, for those of you who have waited to find out if Hailey is having a little brother or little sitter...

Her sibling that will be arriving in April is...


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GIRL!

10 days

Last week we found out if Hailey (our daughter) is going to have a baby brother or baby sister. We're not sharing the news with anyone just yet though. I'll be putting a video up on this blog on Christmas morning revealing what the sex of our unborn baby is...

dun, dun, duuuuunnnnn....

The Journey of the Magi

This Sunday we're going to explore the journey that the Magi took to come and see Jesus.

It was a physical journey.
It was an emotional journey.
It was a spiritual journey.

I think T.S. Eliot penned it very well in his poem "The Journey of the Magi"...

"A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The was deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter."
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires gong out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty, and charging high prices.:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.

Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.

All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we lead all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I have seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.

Too funny!

I know Mother's day is about a half a year away, but this is too funny to not share...



The Mom Song from Northland Video on Vimeo.