Better Unto Me Than Silver

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One Christmas Season,  when I was a little girl, probably 7 or 8 years old, my mother promised me a silver dollar if I’d memorize  Luke 2:1-14….the story of the birth of Jesus. It was a Saturday morning and I loved Saturdays because it was the only time I could ever crawl into my parents bed. My mama raised me by Dr. Spock and he said no children in the bed and so there were absolutely no children in the bed…except on Saturdays! [Read more…]