The White Rose
After my mother’s death, I replanted some of her favorite roses into my garden. Their beauty brings joy, peace of mind, and memories of her unending love and devotion to her family and the sacrifices she made to better our lives. Christ’s mother Mary had this pure love, sacrificing much so that we might have Jesus in our lives. Of all my many rosebushes, the last one to stop blooming each fall is the one with pure white blooms. All around it, Nature is withering, but it continues to stand above all others in glory and majesty. I call it my Christ Rose. May we all share this purity of Christ’s love with others this Christmas.
—Sandra Jordan
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