For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given; And the government will be upon His shoulder. And His name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6

As we approach Christmas Eve and Christmas Day in this year of years, I choose to find hope in the coming of Christ. The earth has suffered a great plaque in the last several months, and while the arrival of the vaccine is hopeful, we are still in the dark winter of this pandemic. We will not see anything resembling our “former normal” for at least several months if not a couple of years.

But we stand in this darkness as a Light is dawning, the Light of the Son of God, born of a virgin on Christmas. His birth is symbolic, yes, to Christians around the globe. But He is more than a symbol. I can attest to the transforming power of Christ in my life, and I believe He can exhibit that much power in the life of anyone who calls on Him to do so. As the saying goes, if you are looking for God, you have already found Him.

Yes, I am sad this year. I will miss playing my drums and singing at our live, in person Christmas Eve services this year. My husband and I have been a part of the music for years, and it will be strange to watch a live-streamed service instead of the “real thing.” But I know that the “real thing” is still there, in my heart, and in the hearts of all who believe that Jesus Christ was born of a woman and lived among humans in order to become a sacrifice for the sins of all of us. It doesn’t matter where or how we celebrate this year. We still need to celebrate.

The German theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer compared Advent to a prison cell “in which one waits and hopes and does various unessential things . . . but is completely dependent on the fact that the door of freedom has to be opened from the outside.” Let Christ open the door and come in. He is here now. He will be here always. Hallelujah!

Come Lord Jesus, my eyes have seen Your salvation, which You have prepared in the sight of all nations (Luke 2:30). Amen

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And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:7


At age forty, I was working two jobs, raising two daughters who both had their challenges, and navigating a bad marriage that I eventually escaped. I was exhausted; my very bones ached. I was aware that I wasn’t doing anything well, but I was powerless to improve my performance in any aspect of my life. I had accepted Christ several years earlier, and I prayed to Him daily—every minute some days. But nothing seemed to quell the burgeoning fear that I was losing control of life.


One day, I recalled a book called The Hiding Place by Corrie ten Boom, which I read the same year I “became” a Christian. Corrie’s Christian family lived in Amsterdam, Holland when the Nazis invaded their city. Corrie’s father was a watchmaker, and the family hid several Jews in a secret room—“the hiding place”—in their home above the shop. Eventually, they were found out, and the whole ten Boom family went to a concentration camp. Corrie was the only one who survived. As I read the book, I wondered if I would have the faith and courage and strength to survive the Nazi brutality, as Corrie did. That story became my rallying cry, through all my struggles: “If Corrie could do that, I can do this.”


Today, we find ourselves faced with another insidious enemy: the Coronavirus pandemic. While “sheltering in place,” I’ve thought many times about my old mantra: “If Corrie could do that, I can do this.” I can survive this uncertainty, this nibbling fear, this confusion over what is being said on TV and in the news. I can revel in the peace and quiet this “better at home” edict has provided—the peace and quiet that I longed for when I was active and productive. Corrie spent many hours in meditation and prayer—praying for the very guards who held her families’ lives in their hands. Her sister Betsy insisted they thank God for the fleas that were rampant in the camp; the guards avoided the prisoners because of those fleas! Corrie found blessings where there seemed to be none. I can do the same.


God of All Circumstance, bolster our faith to see Your blessings right in front of us. Amen



Meg Blaine Corrigan is the author of three books: Then I Am Strong: Moving From My Mother’s Daughter to God’s Child; Perils of a Polynesian Percussionist; and Saints With Slingshots: Daily Devotions for the Slightly Tarnished But Perpetually Forgiven Christian. She holds a Master’s Degree in Counseling from the University of New Mexico and has over thirty years’ experience working with survivors of domestic violence, sexual assault, war veterans, and other trauma survivors.  Her books may be purchased through her website, or from .


Through a Glass DarklyFor now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. 1 Corinthians 13:12

One of my very best friends has survived cancer twice in the past two years. She has survived a heart attack and a stroke, both events happening while in the hospital after yet another surgery. Then, about two weeks ago, she woke up to discover her husband, who had apparently been in good health, died in his sleep.

My question to God is, “Why her? Why now? Is this part of some huge divine plan?” and “Why not me?” I have no answers. Am I to trust and not feel any emotion in the face of this injustice? Is this just the way of nature and not some lesson in sanctity?

Then, two weeks ago on a Friday, I read these words by Abraham Joshua Heschel: “In Jewish tradition, dying in one’s sleep is called a kiss of God, and dying on the Sabbath is a gift that is merited by piety. For the pious person, my father once wrote, it is a privilege to die.”

Again, how do I comfort my friend? Do I simply sit with her and say nothing?

I am brought to the Book of Job: “This man was blameless and upright; he feared God and shunned evil. He had seven sons and three daughters, and he owned seven thousand sheep, three thousand camels, five hundred yoke of oxen and five hundred donkeys, and had a large number of servants. He was the greatest man among all the people of the East” (Job 1:1, 1:8, 2:3).

An upright man who lost absolutely everything, and I mean everything, yet he said: “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I will depart. The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away; may the name of the LORD be praised.” In all this, Job did not sin by charging God with wrongdoing” (Job 1:22).

God knew we would hurt and struggle greatly in this life, some more than others. Jesus, His only Son died on a cross, misunderstood, even hated for the message of salvation that He brought. We can look to Him and will find that anything we suffer, He has also suffered. We will find peace and comfort in Him, no matter how great our pain.

Lord, only You know me, the real me—Your fickle, sometimes angry, ever questioning servant. Thank You for Your patience. Comfort my friend in her grief, and stay with us. Help our unbelief. Help us grow in wisdom, grace, faith and love. Amen


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Five Dead at Annapolis GazetteThen Jesus said to (them) who had believed in him, “If you continue in My word, you are truly My disciples; and you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free.” John 8:31-32


I do not want to write about ugly things. I want to write about the love of God and the peace of Christ. But we keep getting bombarded with tragedy, and as practicing Christians, it’s important to examine our secular perspective. Last week, a man entered the offices of the Annapolis, Maryland, Gazette newspaper with a shotgun and smoke grenades and killed five employees. He intended to kill many more but was stopped by law enforcement. They said the man once unsuccessfully sued the paper and must have somehow felt his attack was justified. And then, the same rhetoric began again: the nation’s “leader” said he stood in solidarity with the Gazette and would stop at nothing to ensure our nation’s safety; the debate began again about the Second Amendment and whether the problem was guns or mental health or both or neither; the period of “watchful news reading” began, but can be expected to fade with very little time, just as it has each time our nation has faced gun violence.


But this time the debate is really about the value some place on the First Amendment and others place on the Second Amendment. The Washington Post has coined a “new” slogan within the last two years: “Democracy Dies In Darkness.” Some of that “darkness” was on vivid display at the Annapolis Gazette, when five innocent people, just doing their job on an ordinary day, fell prey to the madness that has become The Gun Safety Debate. More darkness: our nation’s “leader” has called the press “the enemy of the people.”


In British government, the “three estates” were the king, the clergy and the commoners. The United States was founded to separate church and state, and the term “fourth estate” is sometimes used to place the press alongside the three branches of government: legislative, executive and judicial. Martin Luther King Jr. said, “The church must be reminded that it is not the master or the servant of the state, but rather the conscience of the state.” Christians are to be peacemakers. Their role in gun safety matters.


Come, Lord Jesus, give us tools and passion to bring about peace. Amen


Meg Blaine Corrigan is the author of three books: Then I Am Strong: Moving From My Mother’s Daughter to God’s Child; Perils of a Polynesian Percussionist; and Saints With Slingshots: Daily Devotions for the Slightly Tarnished But Perpetually Forgiven Christian. She holds a Master’s Degree in Counseling from the University of New Mexico and has worked with survivors of domestic violence, sexual assault, and war veterans.  Her books may be purchased through her website, or from .


book-signing-300x200So is My Word that goes out from My mouth: It will not return to Me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. Isaiah 55:11


As an author, one of the most rewarding times in my life is when people ask me to personalize a book they have purchased from me. I write books about my life in Christ and the tragedies that brought me to the cross. I am honored that people want to read my books, and I never take a personal encounter with a reader lightly. Writing is a way I can reach others with the story of God’s grace and mercy through the saving work of His Son Jesus. Many people I meet are excited to make contact with an author who writes about the human condition and the hope we have in Christ. I can’t meet all my readers, but it is a pleasure for both author and reader to connect in person.


The Bible is the only book every written where the Author shows up in person every time the manuscript is read. I often think my Bible should be smoking because of the power held within. I have read the Word when I was so low, I didn’t believe there was any chance I’d ever look up again. And I’ve studied many passages while in a state of profound gratitude and adoration for my God and King. Some passages are clearer to me than others, but I keep on studying those words, every day, day after day. The prophet Isaiah heard God say to him, “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts.” God’s message to the prophet continued by saying that His Word—the Bible—would “not return to Me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it” (Isaiah 55:11). Each time a person—even one who is not sure of her faith—reads the Scriptures, God is at work through the Word and the Spirit to effect change in that very individual’s mind and heart. Pick up the Bible today and see how it can move you.


Keeper of the Sacred Word, stir our hearts to see and hear and know You in the Scriptures. Amen


PentecostAnd…He breathed on them and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive anyone’s sins, their sins are forgiven; if you do not forgive them, they are not forgiven.” John 20:22-23


Yesterday our congregation celebrated Pentecost, the descent of the Holy Spirit upon the twelve disciples and, later upon other followers of Jesus, as described in the second chapter of the book of Acts. Many Christians believe this event represents the birth of the Church. I believe Pentecost demonstrates the importance of patience!


After all the hoopla of Jesus’ ministry, crucifixion, death, resurrection, and ascension into heaven, the disciples were understandably a little shell-shocked and ready for a little rest and relaxation. But their Friend Jesus had just challenged them to change the world, so there was no time for hanging around. Jesus had breathed the Holy Spirit on them first (John 20:22-23), leaving them to do the rest of the work. Acts 2:2-4 describes a mass infusion of the same Holy Spirit like this: “…they were all together in one place. Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house….They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them.” The original disciples must have stood in total awe that Jesus could make all of this happen when He was no longer even there in the flesh!


Fast forward to our little suburban church in Minnesota, where we gathered yesterday morning, many of us clad in red to commemorate the Holy Fire bringing down the Spirit. We sang, “Holy Spirit, come to us,” while the pastor and our music leader sang, “Come from the four winds…renew and strengthen your people….Kindle the flame in the darkness.” For over two thousand years, Christian churches throughout the world have celebrated this pouring out of God’s Spirit, which emboldens us to love, to serve and to work for peace among all people. Patience is needed to wait for God to accomplish all He said He would. Not all will come to believe, but for those who do, God promises the flame that will never be extinguished.


Come, Holy Spirit! Put fire in our bones and love in our hearts! Amen


PaparazziKeeping a close watch on Him, they sent spies, who pretended to be sincere. They hoped to catch Jesus in something He said, so that they might hand Him over to the power and authority of the governor.       Luke 20:20


Paparazzi are independent photographers who doggedly pursue celebrities everywhere they go, attempting to catch photos of them to sell to disreputable publications. The term came into popular usage after the release of the1960 Italian comedy-drama  La Dolce Vita directed and co-written by Frederico Fellini. In the film, Walter Santesso plays an overzealous news photographer named Paparazzo (singular Italian word usage). Today, this character, Paparazzo, lives on in the modern practice of reporters doing anything they can to get a story. Many paparazzi consistently try to cast famous people in a bad light, invading their privacy and causing great disruption to their lives. Compromising photos sell for big bucks. In 1970, Jaqueline Kennedy Onasis ordered her Secret Service agents to destroy the camera of one paparazzi. More recently, actor Alec Baldwin seems to be in constant battle with these enterprising reporters, with violent outbursts attributed to both actor and reporters.


Jesus dealt with a kind of “biblical paparazzi,” otherwise known as the Pharisees, Sadducees and Sanhedren. These distinct groups of Jews were, in Bible times, political parties, social movements, and schools of thought, usually from the upper social and economic persuasions. The Sanhedren were also court officials. All these men were charged with keeping the Law of Moses and most viewed Jesus of Nazareth as a threat to their very way of life. But these Jewish leaders had strayed from what God wanted for His people. Throughout the Gospels, we see these men relentlessly questioning every word that came out of Jesus’ mouth. Odd behavior because, well, Jesus is the Word.  Christ rebuked these falsely pious leaders in many colorful ways. He called them a “brood of vipers” (Matthew 3:7); “a wicked and adulterous generation” (Matthew 12:38); and “full of greed and wickedness” (Luke 11:39). His words were well-chosen because Christ saw the hypocrisy in their actions.


Thankfully, our Lord was able to answer every demand of the Jewish leaders perfectly—sometimes by not answering them at all! As believers, we may not “hear” everything Jesus is telling us clearly all the time. But we know that He deserves our awe and worship because He is “the way, the truth, and the life” (John 14:6).


Lord, cause us to doggedly pursue Your loving grace and forgiveness. Amen


Miss-You-This-Much-Clipart-ImageHow can we thank God enough for you in return for all the joy we have in the presence of our God because of you? I Thessalonians 3:9

Well, the blog just ended yesterday, and already I miss all of you! So many people want me to continue writing a daily devotional blog, BUT I just can’t commit to that for another year. I will, however, leave the link up and write occasionally when the Lord gives me something really great to write about (which really could be every day….). I wish all of you a joy-filled 2016 and I hope you will spread your joy to others, as I have tried to do with this 2015 blog.

Lord Jesus, bless all my blog followers and the people who have gotten the book (Saints With Slingshots: Daily Devotions for the Slightly Tarnished But Perpetually Forgiven Christian, Keep these wonderful people safe and active in 2016 and make it a year filled with all the good things You bring to us every day. Amen


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An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them. Luke 2:9


Around the corner and down the hall. Knock and enter in one smooth motion. It is my mother’s room at the senior center. She is sitting in her usual, dented spot on the love seat, her accoutrements—tissues, lip balm, manicure scissors, water—around her like sentinels. She is playing solitaire and she has forgotten it is Christmas Eve, that we are going to candlelight services. That information is locked away, behind the little slot in her head where she puts the things I tell her these days. No matter. We change her stained blouse, fluff her hair, and we are off on a snow globe drive with my husband Patrick at the wheel.


How frail she looks, as we enter church. She peers out at me from under her hooded coat with the same chiseled features I saw the day before: the same watery eyes and the same pointed nose and the same tight little frown. I say a silent prayer that she won’t be crabby… We have come early to herd her into the chapel without incident. “Merry Christmas!” says the custodian. She pulls down her hood and flashes a brilliant smile. “Merry Christmas to you too!” What’s this? In the short drive from the care center, my normally impossible mother has been transformed. She is friendly to all, does not complain once during the lengthy service, smiles at children, even sings the songs as best she is able.


It was a magic night, and I can only call it a Christmas miracle. When the angels came to the shepherds on that Holy night so long ago, they sang, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom His favor rests” (Luke 2:13-14).  God’s favor seemed to be resting on my ninety-six year old mother that Christmas Eve, this woman whose entire adult life was scarred with pain, sorrow, depression and addiction. It was the first time in my life I saw her filled with natural joy. Maybe it was the dementia, but I prefer to believe that the Holy Spirit touched my mother that night and briefly gave her the “peace that passes all understanding” (Philippians 4:7).


Jesus, thank You for the miracle of Your birth. Amen