The Truth I Learned From Christmas
Growing up in Boulder Co., I was the "son of a preacher man", or what some would call a "church mouse". My father and mother were busy running Unity of Boulder church, while my siblings and I spent endless hours entertaining ourselves in and around the facility. Christmas was a special time of year at Unity... "special", because that meant we had to spend even more time at the church . 😝 My parents come from a theater background in New York City and so every Christmas for them, was a giant production at the church. Set building, acting rehearsals, choir rehearsals, run throughs, tech throughs and on and on, all through December. And in our family, if you were old enough to breath then you were old enough to be part of "the show." You of course begin (reluctantly) as a Shepherd with no lines, dreaming of the day you get to be a King, Joseph or maybe even the Archangel Gabriel. But you're not ready yet. First you will have to work yo...