I never met my great-grandfather, Frank J. Scribner (he died four years before I was born). I'm quite certain I would have enjoyed him. Not only did he share my ministerial calling, but by all accounts he was kind, intelligent and loving: the kind of man I aspire to be.Though I never did meet him, I do feel as if I've gotten to know him a little through reading his journals, sermons and various personal correspondences. Among these are this Christmas letter which he penned 55 years ago, and which I enjoy reading annually this time of year.
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