By Jeanette Arnquist
Imagine this. You are a grandparent and you are with your six-year-old granddaughter. You have had a long day – the zoo, shopping, the circus. Now you are both hungry and tired. You stop into a café on the way home. The granddaughter orders her favorite from the children’s menu. Chicken tacos or mac and cheese. You order something that appeals to adults. Steak or roast. You order a beer, your granddaughter a milk. The food comes and you grab her milk and guzzle it down and then wolf down her food. Then you eat your own, too.
First of all, hello to all of my friends and former colleagues in the Church of San Bernardino, as well as those of you whom I have never met. In the six years since I have retired and moved to Arizona a lot has changed, and a lot has not. More about that later.
I often ask myself who I would be in the Gospel narratives of the Nativity if I had lived in Bethlehem in the 1st Century, and if I would have recognized Jesus as something special if I had seen him.