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Jesus is Your “White Christmas”

Against a Sure Winter / The Wise Trees / Stand Sleeping in the Cold

Simply Having a Mockingbird Christmas Time

Some of the Christmas-Themed Highlights from Past Years on the Site

Home Is Where the Hurt Is

Running Away from What I Was Afraid of Becoming Delivered Me into Its Grasp

Another Week Ends: A Darth Vader Nativity, Holiday Blues, Christmas Hope, the Star of the Magi, & the Parable of a Dirty Sock

1. Every year, the Vatican erects a different nativity scene in St. Peter’s Square. They’re kind of a big deal. Past displays have been politically themed, while others were more traditionally beautiful. But the chosen scene this year is causing quite the stir. Including a fire extinguisher, ring-wraith figurine, and an astronaut helmet, the New […]

The Gift of a Terrible Christmas

One Square on Our Calendars Cannot Hold the Weight of All Our Expectations

The Only Gift That God Receives

What Do You Get the Person Who Has Everything?

Tech Support and the Incarnation

I Panicked. I Began To Sweat. I Shouted Statements Like “Come Now, Jesus!”

A Letter Santa Rarely Receives

My Daughter’s Kind of Thankfulness is a Kind of Pre-Thanking

The God Who Makes George Bailey’s Life So Wonderful

There is a Hard Line between the Sentimental and the Eternal Messages of this Movie

A Primer for Staying Married at Christmas 

If Your Tree Looks Like Hot Sparkly Trash, Like Ours, Then Just Squint.

“First Coming,” by Madeleine L’Engle

From The Ordering of Love: The New and Collected Poems of Madeleine L’Engle:

He did not wait till the world was ready,
till men and nations were at peace.
He came when the Heavens were unsteady,
and prisoners cried out for release.

He did not wait for the perfect time.
He came when the need was deep and great.
He dined with sinners in all their grime,
turned water into wine.

He did not wait till hearts were pure.
In joy he came to a tarnished world of sin and doubt.
To a world like ours, of anguished shame
he came, and his Light would not go out.

He came to a world which did not mesh,
to heal its tangles, shield its scorn.
In the mystery of the Word made Flesh
the Maker of the stars was born.

We cannot wait till the world is sane
to raise our songs with joyful voice,
for to share our grief, to touch our pain,
He came with Love: Rejoice! Rejoice!

From Mary’s Womb

My son was being showered with attention and shouts of “Happy Birthday!” when another mom leaned over to me and quietly said, “Happy Giving-Birth-Day to you!” And I thought, “Yeah! Why is he getting all of the attention? I’m the one who went through childbirth!” Soon of course that attitude passed, and I continued celebrating […]