Contributed by Pat Damiani on Jan 4, 2010
A Christmas Eve message that uses the childhood account of Steve Hugo to demonstrate why the incarnation is meaningless apart from the rest of Jesus’ life.
Tonight, I’d like to share an autobiographical account written by a man named Steve Hugo about his childhood and his next door neighbor.
For as far back as I can remember, I always treated Old Man Jones, my neighbor, in the worst ways. Each April 1st, I had the "burning paper bag with dog poop