Author Archives: donsimba1

Ben and Jack, 3 years plus, sons of Sara and Joel, granddaughter and grandson, enjoy a story.  They are sponges for books and that sort of things.  I love their pj’s. Twins are rare for us, so we enjoy doting!

Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the good news of the kingdom and healing every disease and sickness.  When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, … Continue reading →

Our church called Chestnut Hill Mennonite knows how to decorate for the holidays. This candle scene at one of the several windows catches the hopes and dreams of our members.  Bless ’em all, each and every one.

While he was saying this, a synagogue leader came and knelt before him and said, “My daughter has just died. But come and put your hand on her, and she will live.”  Jesus got up and went with him, and so did his … Continue reading →

To see Evan and Elizabeth take part in the Christmas programs at school is special for us.  We go to them all, and want more!  Takes me back to growing up years when it was super fun singing carols at … Continue reading →

As Jesus went on from there, he saw a man named Matthew sitting at the tax collector’s booth. “Follow me,” he told him, and Matthew got up and followed him. While Jesus was having dinner at Matthew’s house, many tax … Continue reading →

Jane and Marie created this center piece for our Friday night meal.  The place was soon abuzz with chatter and what not.  A nice time, within the Christmas holiday schedule.

Jesus stepped into a boat, crossed over and came to his own town.  Some men brought to him a paralyzed man, lying on a mat. When Jesus saw their faith, he said to the man, “Take heart, son; your sins are forgiven.”  At this, … Continue reading →

When he arrived at the other side in the region of the Gadarenes, two demon-possessed men coming from the tombs met him. They were so violent that no one could pass that way. “What do you want with us, Son of God?” they … Continue reading →

Anna Ruth slices one of four loaves of her whole wheat bread, hot from the oven, today.  She bakes two or three times a month, always producing tasty, nutritious bread.  Neither her Mom nor mine did this.  I think she … Continue reading →