Perhaps not surprisingly, as time goes on, my two books grow closer to each other in my mind.
Yes, How Cornie Got Her Colors is a Christmas tale, but more and more, I imagine Greatgrandma Cornie traveling around with Jesus and the disciples. She listens to the teachings, gets to know the people, goes through some of the stuff the group goes through. Then, at the end of the day, she does her best to help folks feel good. I can just see her rubbing John’s shin as he washes his dusty feet at the end of a long, long day.
If you’ve read her book, you know that this is exactly the kind of thing she would do.