For the Babies We’re Missing This Christmas

IMG_0291 3The following article first appeared in Think Magazine, edited by Brad Harrub, in the year 2006. I’m thinking today of my little Ezra and how much joy he brings us at Christmas this year. He has a tiny stocking hanging from my mantel and his portrait in a ho-ho hat is above the fireplace. I’m thinking, too, of the 1.3 million or so first Christmases that will not happen this year because tiny lives. already DNA encoded, gender selected, hair color and handprints already decided, were snuffed out selfishly in a society that has disregarded the sacred nature of preborn life. Today is for the Christmas morning smiles that will not happen, the tiny people that will never wear Christmas pajamas, look with wonder at the lights on the tree or sit in Santa’s lap. They will never give a single gift, work to share joy with underprivileged people, or find their places in any humanitarian efforts. Thankfully they are safe in the arms of the Father, but those who have elected to place them there as preborn souls,  have life’s blood on their hands this Christmas. May we, as a society face the truth about what that is in the womb: it is innocent human life. May we face the truth about what it is when we intentionally take that life: it is murder. So, for the babies we are missing this Christmas:

In terms of loss of life it was the most horrific day in American history. It was January 22, 1973. Little did those seven black-robed justices know that the opinions they filed on that day would result in the terminations of over 48 million pregnancies as of this month (and still counting). It happened rather quietly as lots of Supreme Court decisions have. I was thirteen years old. We had a television and access to the newspaper, but the Roe vs. Wade decision was only a relatively small news blurb on that cold winter day and it would be a couple of years before my family even began to realize the appalling implications of  what had occurred in that courtroom.  It was as if the blackness of that day’s events just sort of settled in over time. The darkness fell slowly. If we had known about the 47 million babies on that day, surely we would have raised our collective voices in anguish for them. If we could have foreseen that a six pound, full term baby, even one who had begun his exit from the womb, could legally be stabbed at the base of his skull and thus delivered lifeless, then surely millions of us would have been so vigilant in our protests that government officials would have been prompted to action. But the devil wanted to hide the truth on that day. Just as he has been doing since he drew Eve to the death fruit in the garden (Genesis 3:4), he continues to hide the shocking death factor that comes along with the sinful decisions we make, whether they be in the chambers of the U.S. Supreme Court or in the secret chambers of our hearts.

What those seven men in black robes did that day in 1973 was unconscionable. But there is a sense in which their decision to murder the unborn on that day was not as bad as a mother’s or doctor’s decision to do so today. You see, with greater amounts of information come greater responsibility. In 1973, it was impossible to look through the window that we call ultrasound and see the unborn baby sucking her thumb. In 1973, all of the biological data had not yet conclusively confirmed that at least by the twentieth week after conception, unborn babies are fully capable of feeling pain.  In 1973,  I couldn’t go online and read about how that a baby’s heart starts beating at about the same time the mother may begin to suspect that she is pregnant; or how that by the time surgical abortions are performed (around the seventh week of pregnancy) the baby already has arms and legs and brain waves. Today all of this information is a click away. At least those judges were still in the dark about some of these details of human gestation. But we are without excuse. We now know.  The murder of 2006 is, in this significant sense, far more premeditated. When a person knows the full implications of the procedure– that excruciating pain and ultimate death will come to an innocent life because of her choice—the act escalates to murder in the first degree.

Of course, Christians have always known the seriousness of the sin of abortion. We have taken it on faith all along, knowing that God forms in the womb (Isaiah 44:2), that He is the one Who makes the bones grow in the womb (Ecclesiastes 11:5), knits together in the womb (Psalm139:13), and  that He calls the baby by the same Greek name (brephos) whether born or unborn (Luke 1:41 and Luke 2:12,16). God’s wisdom informed us of the value of life in the womb far before all of the scientific data was in. It is His wisdom, in fact, that has established absolute moral truth for all societies.

In Romans chapter one, we read about a society that had rejected God and His moral  truth. They failed to give Him glory for life and its joys. They credited themselves and became vain in their imaginations (21). They rejected the wisdom of God and professed themselves to be wise (22).  Finally God gave them up to uncleanness (24) and they, refusing to have God in their knowledge (28), cast off all spiritual restraint and became filled with all unrighteousness (29). The sins listed in verses 29-31 cover the gamut of immorality and are frighteningly prophetic of our modern America.  In the middle of that list of vile behaviors, the scriptures say that the people were without natural affection. The ESV renders the phrase heartless. What does it mean to be without natural affection or heartless?

It is difficult for me to imagine an affection more natural than that of a mother toward her child. It is instinctive. No one had to come into my hospital room when my children were born and give me lessons on hugging and cuddling my children. It is motivating– strong enough to make me risk my life at any moment for their safety. It is enduring. Nothing they can do can make me stop loving them. It is words, hugs, smiles, spankings and stories. It’s holding hands, wiping noses, butterfly kisses and cheering in the stands. It’s a thousand things every day that nobody ever taught me to do. It is natural affection. It is affection that was planted by a Creator. It is only when we as a society refuse to have God in our knowledge that we can possibly find it in ourselves to be heartless toward the fruit of our own wombs.

Our amazing God, in counseling Job, mentioned the mother ostrich (Job 39:13-16). He says that she leaves her eggs in the earth and warms them in the dust. He says she forgets that the foot might crush them or that the wild beast might break them. He says she is hardened against her young ones just as if they were not even her own. And then He gives the reason for Mama Ostrich’s hard heart:

Because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.  Job 39:17. 

But I am not an ostrich. God has imparted to me wisdom and understanding. He has given me a heart and a conscience. He has given me His will for my life. He has, in giving me these blessings, set me apart from the animal kingdom and given my human life inherent and eternal value. He formed those inward parts of me in the womb. They are the same inward parts that he is still forming in wombs.

One day recently, while speaking with a crisis pregnancy counselor in Montgomery, Alabama, she related this phenomenon to me. She said that many young girls come in determined to abort their babies. Sadly many leave with that same determination. In this particular center, each expectant mother is offered a tiny pair of baby booties. These booties, knitted by volunteers, are just the right size for the tiny feet and toes already  beginning to form in the womb of the young girl. The young girl listens and understands that her baby’s DNA code and all genetic characteristics are already determined. Its sex, hair color, eye color and even the shape of those tiny toes that will soon be big enough for those booties has already been set. She hears that all her baby needs now to be healthy at birth is nutrition. Then the booties are placed in the young girl’s hand. If the girl leaves the office with those tiny blue or pink booties in hand, the odds are overwhelmingly favorable that she will carry that baby to term. If she refuses the booties, she will likely choose to abort the baby. Why is this true?

God has given each mother a heart of natural affection. It is to this heart that the booties are appealing. The booties are a tangible test to see if that heart has been so hardened against the wisdom of God that it no longer responds to the plea of the life within her. Often the moment the little shoes are offered is the moment of truth. Will she respond with natural affection or has that heart been hardened and replaced by a reprobate mind (Romans 1:28)?  The woman who walks out that door empty handed usually proceeds to the abortion clinic. There an innocent human life is taken. Romans one concludes by saying that those who commit such things are worthy of death. 

The blackness of January 22,1973 has settled. We now understand its implications. We mourn the loss of 48 million babies. May we, who walk in the light, raise our voices in prayer and to our legislators in behalf of the innocent, silent ones whose lives are endangered in wombs of those who walk in darkness.

Cindy Colley


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Sister to Sister: Mama’s K.I.S.S. #33–Three in the Eyes

SI ExifFor the preface to today’s suggestion, see the previous post. This was one more plan that came from that lunch table. I remember it well because it worked! Suffice it to say, for today, that the positive result of implementing this at our house was almost immediate. It’s called “Three in the Eyes.” Like mother-daughter time, there are rules:

  1. Each day, Mom, you creatively think of  three characteristics you see growing in your child that are godly and will build strong character.
  2. Then you find three distinct times each day when you take the time to get down on eye level with your child, seriously look into her eyes and say, “Honey, I just want you to know that I love the way you_______________________. You keep doing that, and, watch out world!…You will help people go to heaven!” (or some words that are similar and suited for your situation).
  3. You have to make a checklist on your phone or in your planner, because you do not want to have lapses in your memory. I know it sounds regimented for family relationships, but you will start noticing a spirit softening and a new compliance if you diligently pursue this eye-to-eye encouragement every day. (At least we did.)


“Hannah, I saw how you sat there on the bench and talked with old Sister Brown today. I could see the twinkle in her eye and how happy you were making her. That made me smile on my insides. I wanted to tell the world that MY little girl cares deeply for the lonely and the old people. You always take time for people who need friends and God will give you many, many friends and you can help them all go to heaven!”

“Caleb, I watched you on the basketball court today when that boy pushed you. I watched how you reacted with all kindness and no revenge. You just kept on playing your best and, even though we didn’t win the game, you are winning in your life. I wish the ref had seen that, but, you know, God saw it. He saw how you acted when someone mistreated you and He smiles about that. I am so proud of that.”

“Hannah, I know that was a hard thing for you to share those new Barbie paper dolls with Marlie. She is not always careful with toys and I know you were afraid she would tear them and, sure enough, she did!. But what you did was very important. It made me have a few quiet moments to talk about the Bible with her mom. Won’t it be wonderful if we can get Marlie’s mom to study with Dad and me? And you are helping that to happen. This makes me very glad you are mine!”

So just do it. Don’t stop the negative discipline when negative behavior is exhibited, but sprinkle these three encouragers into every day. What have you got to lose? A few minutes a day and a maybe even a dissonance that you really have been wanting to lose!

Sister to Sister: Mama’s Kiss #32 –Mother-Daughter Time

2299_49517101383_5902_nSometimes our children desperately need to see us, as moms, being sacrificial. They need to personally benefit from our parental sacrifices in order to develop, in their own hearts, the virtue of selflessness. Though they are unable to verbalize the process, their little minds are wrapping around the concept of heroism and how, every single time, the true heroine is the one who sets aside her own desires for the good of others. Every time you show them this heroism, whether in your deportment with those outside your home or in your daily relationships with your children, you are placing mortar between the building blocks of great character.

When you cancel a hair appointment because of a last minute little league tournament, when you miss the awards ceremony at school to go to the gospel meeting, when you let the housework wait a while so you can spend time flying kites with kids and when you make that extra trip to the store to get ingredients for a meal to take to a neighbor who suddenly fell ill—all of these kinds of episodes in daily life are very important. Your child, though at the time she may seem unaffected, even self-absorbed, is noticing and figuring out that the path to happiness is not the popular path of seeking attention or receiving accolades. It’s the path to the upper room with the basin. It’s getting on the floor to wash feet, on the ladder to wash windows, on the bleachers to cheer someone else on, and on the cardiac floor waiting with anxious family members. It’s in a thousand spots all around us every day where there are needs waiting for servants. We just have to be astute enough to choose as many of these spots as is feasible every day.

I remember a stage of life when my daughter, at about age eight or nine was crying out for my attention. I was a busy preacher’s wife, a homeschool mom and co-op teacher, a Bible class teacher and teen mentor. But for all of the good things I was doing, I was failing as a mom. She would tell me that her school work was done and I would find that her effort had been half-hearted. She would fail to obey and I would find that I had miscommunicated the instructions or she had not listened clearly. Then arguments about who was really to blame for the dishes being unwashed or the assignment being incomplete would ensue. It often seemed that a big chunk of our day was spent in unpleasant exchanges at the end of which one or both of us would be crying. I would second-guess my discipline procedures and she would try to convince me that I was being unfair. Though disrespect was never allowed, the relationship was often strained.

One of the things that turned the corner from this unpleasant stage was a decision Glenn and I made over lunch one day. On this particularly trying day, I was up to my ears in angst and regret. I remember the resolve with which I left that lunch table. I felt better just having a new plan of attack. One of the plans we executed at that table, we now call “Mother-Daughter Time” and its success in our home was phenomenal.

Mother-daughter time has rules:

1. Mom spends time alone once a week with her daughter. If there’s more than one daughter, then each daughter, who still lives at home, has to wait until it’s her week to be the object of mother-daughter time.

2.There can be no schoolwork, housework or other assignments involved in mother-daughter time.

3.Mom does not answer her phone (emergencies excepted) or email or text during mother-daughter time. (And, for that matter, neither does daughter.)

4. An activity is planned a couple of days before its execution (so there is a time for expectation). The activity can be anything the daughter enjoys. It can cost a nominal amount or it can be a jog on the free nature trail. It can be away from home or it can be a pizza and movie at home (but everyone else has to be gone.) The daughter understands ahead of time that this is about being together and NOT about spending money each time.

5. Every mother-daughter time should be the subject of Mom’s prayer before it occurs—that it will be a help in softening the heart and making the child realize how much you care about her development as His child. It goes without saying that every activity should be godly and wholesome. (Mother-daughter time at a raunchy movie will NOT achieve any worthwhile purpose. Being emotionally close to my child as she travels to hell is not the objective.)

6.What happened at mother-daughter time should be the subject of a dinner table conversation with Dad after each time so that Dad can subtly reinforce in her mind the blessing she has in a mom who wants to be with her.

7. Mother-daughter time should be practiced simultaneously with “Three in the Eyes.” which will be described in the next “Bless Your Heart” post.

It’s pretty sweet now that she’s twenty-seven and has a child of her own when she says “Can we have mother-daughter time and do ___________________?” My answer now is almost always “Yes!” You may be thinking that you simply cannot pack in one more weekly activity. Therein could lie the problem. I do not have all the answers, of course, but I do know that all of our children need to see that we WANT to spend time with them because we love their personalities and crave their conversation. It has to be more than just carving time for their ball practices and games, their gymnastics classes, their piano lessons and homework. They have to see us desire to be with them, personally, one-on-one. It’s a vital part of training a servant’s heart when I show a child that she has intrinsic value in my life. Mother-daughter time is just one way of doing that—one way that worked well for us.

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Sister to Sister: It Doesn’t Really Matter What I Think about Fourth Avenue

In light of a widely read and watched article and video from Franklin, TN in the past few days about a young woman taking a position as a preaching intern, I just want to make a few concise statements this morning… Not that it matters what I say… at all. I guess that’s the point.

1. Having a talent doesn’t give me license to do whatever I feel will glorify God in worship or service with with that talent. Korah, Dathan and Abiram obviously had leadership skills and talents. They rallied Israel behind them. But God was sorely displeased with their attempts at challenging his system. In fact his earth opened up and swallowed them (Numbers 16).
2. It doesn’t matter how many people are accepting of a proposition or position or how revered those people are. Widespread acceptance doesn’t make something pleasing to God. In our present culture, I should not even have to cite an example for this premise, but the book of Malachi as well as numerous others should suffice.
3. We do not “interpret Christ through Paul” or visa versa. Every word in the text is from the same author, The Holy Spirit of God. Jesus, himself, was insistent on that truth (Matthew 4:4). To disparage ANY of His words, whether written through Paul or Christ is to blaspheme Him.
4. Jesus never taught anything that conflicts with any teaching of Paul. There is no need to interpret either through the other to determine the role of women in the church. Their teachings are not contradictory.
5. The teaching of the Holy Spirit through Paul In I Timothy 2 is tied, in the text, to creation (verse 12-14); not to any particular culture.
6. Having a feeling of “peace” is not the way we figure out whether what we are doing is pleasing to God. Saul was very much “at peace” with holding the coats of those who were stoning Stephen and imprisoning Christians in the name of God (Acts 23:1).
7. Sometimes wolves look gentle and docile…like sheep (Matthew 7:15).
8. Just because there is a movement in a body does not mean the Hand of God is orchestrating that movement. It is possible that movement is “REmoval (emphasis mine, CC) to another gospel” (Galatians 1:6,7). Movement can be perversion.
9. Just because this young woman has made this public step does not mean that her heart is vile, hardened, or impure. Perhaps she can reason through this using Scripture and begin again. She has much influence to offer. Imagine what she can do in divinely ordered channels! I am going to try to contact her and make a prayerful attempt.
10. Perhaps the most comforting thing about this whole scenario is the wisdom of the God we serve in making the congregations of the body autonomous. Just because unscriptural decisions and practices are affecting the body in a nearby community does not mean they must affect the congregation in which I worship Him. I praise Him for that divine insulation.
11. Just because a sign in front of the building may say “Church of Christ” does not necessarily mean that the body of people who meet inside really are part of the body for which He died. At some point, when people digress in faithfulness, the “candlestick” is divinely removed. We know this from Revelation 2. Though we know that for many years the denominational world at large has scorned the teaching of I Timothy 2 as it relates to the role of women in worship, our consternation in the past few days has been because this is a congregation called the church of Christ. God knows whether the candlestick is in place. He always gets that right. A sign, a place in a directory, a nomenclature on a website or Facebook page, or a link to a Christian university or publication does not, of course, determine true identity.
12. Respecting diverse choices about worship is not a Biblical concept. In fact, respecting each other is not what worship is about. Worship has never been about what I. or others, might choose. If I may use Lauren’s illustration, Abraham would never have chosen to worship in the way God prescribed in Genesis 22. The worship he offered was a total rejection of what he would have preferred and of the “talents” he would have seen as valuable or instrumental to God’s purposes. It was the WORD of God that directed his offering; not his own talents or abilities. It is the WORD that should direct us to selflessly submit, respecting HIM.

Sister to Sister: A December Favorite from the Archives

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Wait!…I Thought You just Said a METH lab!

stock-photo-funny-cartoon-of-a-crotchety-old-woman-looking-sideways-62010205-copy2I was doing one of my favorite things—wrapping presents—in the kitchen last Thursday when I looked out my kitchen window and saw a Madison County Sheriff’s patrol car slow to a stop right in front of my house. Two big fellows with guns and badges got out of the car and approached my kitchen door. I’d already opened the door before they got inside the picket fence as they came up the sidewalk. I plunged headlong into an amazing conversation with them:

“Can I help you?”

“How are you ma’am?”

“Good…How ‘bout you?”

“Pretty good…Listen, we just came out to ask if you’ve got some sort of well pump or something that would make a big spewing kind of sound…”

“Well, no. We don’t have a well and I can’t really think of any sound like that around here. Why?”

“Well, is there anything out here that would let off steam or hiss or…” (at this point, the officer make a big sound)… “PSHHHHHHH!”

“Well, sometimes when I am jogging out on the road, I think my air conditioner is a bit loud, but why? Did someone send you out to see if I have a well pump?”

“Well, actually not a well pump. Actually (pause…pause) somebody reported that you have a meth lab.”

“…Excuse me…but did you say ‘a meth lab?’”

“Yes ma’am. A meth lab.”

“Sir, would you all like to come in my house?”

“Well, really ma’am…she didn’t think it was in your house. She says you are running a meth lab in that little cottage. She pointed straight to that little house in your back yard.”

“The cabin?!! She thinks we’re running a meth lab in the cabin?!”

(See, at this point, the conversation was getting to be very surreal to me. This was starting to seem like something from a bizarre dream, where you wake up and think, “Oh wow! That was weird. Why’d I dream that?”)

“Yes ma’am,” he responded, jerking me back to strange reality.

“Well, then do you want to come in the cabin?”

“Well, ma’am, we can tell this is not going to be a drug bust. In fact, we’re really sorry we scared you. It’s probably a little unnerving when we drive up. I guess the main thing now is…well, we’re kind of concerned about your elderly neighbor back on the street behind you. She’s pretty sure you’re running a meth lab. In fact, she fell in my arms and got all emotional when she realized I was going to come check it out.”

“You mean she cried?”

“Yeah. Do you think you could maybe keep an eye on her—maybe go and check on her and make sure someone’s looking after her. She could have had a stroke or she might need some medical attention. I’m not a doctor, but maybe she needs to go see one. Something’s just not right.”

“Yes. I will see about her. Maybe I can find out if she has kids and if they are checking on her. I’ll try to put her closer neighbors on alert and make sure they keep an eye out. I’ll take her a loaf of bread and check on her myself, too.”

And so the next evening I stopped over to see her on my way to the church holiday party. I had made a batch of chai tea to take her, attached a card with the directions for mixing it along with our contact info, and I was on the porch ringing the bell. I waited…and waited…and at last…the door opened just a crack, a little, stooped grey-haired lady peered out just a bit and I said,

“Hello. I’m your neighbor.”

“Did you say you’re my neighbor?” she said with a hard stare.

“Yes ma’am” I’m the one… you know with the cabin… where the sheriff came out yesterday?”

“Thank the Lord!” she said with a great sigh of relief in her voice. “Thank the Lord they did! Why on earth are you running a meth lab, anyway?”“Oh Ma’am. I’m NOT running a meth lab. I don’t even know how to run a meth lab and I surely don’t want to market any meth.”

“Well, how do you explain that terrible, awful smell that comes from that cottage down there?”

“Well, I haven’t smelled anything, but what does it smell like?”

“Well, I never smelled anything like it before…It’s a strong and very terrible smell. I mean it’s awwwful! It’s just sickening.”

“Well, I really don’t know what you could be smelling.”

“Well, if you don’t know anything about it, you had better ask your husband!”

“Well my husband isn’t running a meth lab, either. My husband is a good man.”

“Well, he may be a good man, but still…”

“Well, ma’am, I have a good idea. Why don’t you let me walk you out to my car and you can go down to the cabin with me and you can go in and see for yourself.”

“No. I don’t think that’s a good idea. I have a hard time walking and I’m in poor health. I don’t think I want to do that.”

“Well, then, I don’t know how I can make you believe that our cabin is just a little guest house. It’s just extra rooms…you know…for people to come and stay.”

“Well, who’s staying there now?”

“Well, nobody at the moment. It’s just for guests, you know.”

“Oh, well I have extra rooms, too. I know what extra rooms are for.”

“Well, I guess I’ll be going along now, since I’m not convincing you.”

“Yes. That would be very good. I wish you would.”

“Well, here’s some chai and the directions are right on this little card. It’s really good stuff.”

She eyed the jar carefully and said, “No I won’t keep that. You just take that on back with you.”

“Well, will you at least keep the card so you can call me in case you need something?”

“Well, I’m fine,” she snapped. She took the little card and gingerly held it between the tips of her thumb and forefinger, as if it were a bomb ready to detonate at the least little jiggle. “I don’t need a thing.”

“Do you have children who come to see you often?”

“Oh yes. My son looks in on me every day. He takes good care of me and I am just fine,” she said, with an emphasis on the “I”, as if to intimate that it was I who needed someone to “look in” on me.”

“Well, goodnight then.”

“Good bye.”

And that was my encounter with the woman who blew the whistle. I let out a long wavering breath as I walked to my car in the chill of the harsh December air. Who would have thought my neighbor in this serene little country village would have patently accused me of operating a methamphetamine laboratory? And to quote my philosophical friend, David Lipe, “What in the round world” could be done about it? Not a blessed thing. (And what a great prelude to the jovial festivities of the party. She knew how to put you right in the spirit.)Lessons from the meth lab:
  1. There are some things that are simply beyond my control. Perhaps that’s why the apostle Paul said, “If it be possible, as much as lieth in you, live peaceably with all men” (Romans 12:8). Sometimes, for various reasons, it is just not possible.
  2. Sometimes people have a false sense of security. This woman kept reiterating to me that she was “just fine.” Sometimes, just as she thought she was physically and mentally sound, people think they are spiritually “just fine,” when, in reality, they may be very ill. “Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked. I counsel thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich; and white raiment, that thou mayest be clothed, and that the shame of thy nakedness do not appear; and anoint thine eyes with eyesalve, that thou mayest see” (Rev.3:17,18).
  3. Sometimes people refuse the very help they need the most. What can you think of that this woman really could use more than caring neighbors who are willing to look in on her and see to her needs? Yet this is the very thing of which she is most afraid. Often, people need the Lord and his people desperately, yet they fear the commitment, the changes and the holiness that will ultimately save their souls.
  4. Often, people make the evidence fit their hypotheses rather than making their hypotheses based on the evidence. I’m quite sure that this woman’s “evidence” was fabricated by some sort of dementia. But, in spiritual matters, we often let our preconceived ideas lead the evidence rather than allowing evidence to lead our ideas.
  5. I can’t ever tell what a day may bring (Proverbs 27:1). I must be ready to face the challenges of life, whatever they may be, head on, with faith, each day.
  6. The Golden Rule never leaves me wondering—how to treat the elderly, how to treat the misguided sheriff, whether or not to contact this woman’s son, etc… It’s universal in its applicability and it’s very easy to figure out its demands. This comes in very handy, especially in situations that are reactive (where you have to give a reasonable response very quickly) rather than pro-active.

So, anyway…what in the round world?

This Holiday: A GRAND Celebration

HHCollectionIt’s time for the Christmas Bundle Special again at the Colley house. This year, in honor of Ezra,  The Colley House would like to offer a half price special for the grandmothers who read “Bless Your Heart.”  Any combination of five “Hannah’s Hundred”s CDs and you get them at half price. (Your kids and grandkids will be singing the scriptures in no time!) Additionally if you’d like five “Picking Melons and Mates” books, you can get them at half price as well. So, this year, it’s bundles of FIVE!… Hannah’s Hundreds OR Picking Melons and Mates for Half Price.  Get one or two bundles of each! You can find the Hannah’s Hundred special HERE and the Picking Melons and Mates Special HERE. Either bundle is a great way to check off the children on your list. “Picking Melons and Mates” is a great way to get your grandchildren started on a nightly family Bible time schedule. It includes an easy-to-follow plan for beginning Family Bible Time, a tradition that will help your grandchildren to heaven. (That’s my favorite thing about “Picking Melons”, for sure!) Special Ends at Midnight on December 25th.PMM

The “Bless Your Heart” Contest this year is about the “grands”, too. Send us your favorite holiday anecdote or memory that involves a grandparent and/or a grandchild.  Tell us what your grandmother’s house smelled like or about the Christmas when you tugged at Grandpa’s Santa beard or maybe about the year when Grandmother’s tree fell on the baby! Send it to Deadline is December 20th at noon. Two winners receive their choice of any five books from The Colley House along with the brand new DVD designed to introduce your non-Christian friends to the gospel: “The Killing of Jesus.” It’s the greatest story ever told and Glenn Colley is a great story-teller, if I do say so myself.

It’s a great time for giving. A great time for thanking. It’s a great time for putting the Word in the hearts of your kids and grandkids. That’s a gift that can transcend this lifetime! Happy Holidays!