The Virgin Birth

Submitted by Benjamin on Thu, 12/20/2012 - 07:12

“Now the birth of Jesus Christ was as follows: After His mother Mary was betrothed to Joseph, before they came together, she was found with child of the Holy Spirit. Then Joseph her husband, being a just man, and not wanting to make her a public example, was minded to put her away secretly. But while he thought about these things, behold, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream, saying, ‘Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take to you Mary your wife, for that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Spirit.

A Christmas Poem

Submitted by LoriAnn on Sun, 12/25/2011 - 16:50



Across this desert land we came

With laden backs and heavy loads

We didn’t have an easy trip

 No simple paths or painless roads

But standing here, outside the house

We share an anxious smile

Will what we find inside be worth the while?



We fear to find the truth


It’s such an odd and crazy thing


The truth: Might we be wrong again somehow?


It seems too ordinary for a king


But no—it’s too late to turn back now


Comrade Song: One of Three

Submitted by Anna on Thu, 12/22/2011 - 21:49

This started out as a submission for Mary's contest (, but it was too long. It’s a Christmas story, as you can’t tell from the title, but it’s also a lot of other things. So…onwards and upwards.
One of Three
Anita’s exasperated cousin once asked, “You think life’s a soundtrack, don’t you?”

In Defense of Scrooge?

Submitted by Laura Elizabeth on Fri, 08/26/2011 - 06:01

 In Defense of Scrooge?


I was on the HSLDA website, and I clicked on the 'contests' link. One of the categories for 2010 was to write an essay on an article entitled 'In Defense of Scrooge' by Michael Levin, a Libertarian. Although the contest is long over, I would still like to write my own essay on this article. So, here goes.


Noel~ Glory; Strange Campaign; While Mortals Sleep

Submitted by Julie on Wed, 12/23/2009 - 01:38

Zadok, Elias, Cephas, and half a dozen other shepherds burrowed into their fleece vests as the fierce wind tugged on their tunics. “If only we could light a decent fire,” Elias muttered.

“Not tonight,” Zadok, chief shepherd, cautioned. “The wind is too strong. We wouldn’t be able to keep it under control even if we could light it.”

“Well then, “ Cephas lazily reached out his crook to poke a wayward lamb. “How about a story?”

“Your stories all start with the same source—a wine jug!” Another shepherd snorted.

Noel~Veni & A Star Alone

Submitted by Julie on Sun, 12/20/2009 - 20:51


“This is the Door of Humility, originally built in the seventh century.” The guide droned on, ignoring the muttered curses of the tall Americans who bumped their heads and the protests of the elderly who were already bent double with age. Among the later was a quiet woman with paper-white hair and gleaming onyx eyes.

She wandered away from the crowd into the Grotto of the Nativity. Underneath the elaborate tiles and plaques, it was still just a cave.

“He was born in a stable, Mara. Just think of it! A stable, like this!”