I truly believe if American Christians stayed more focused on the message and teachings of Jesus, many lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people would not have the annual angst of searching for home for the holidays.
What should haunt us all this Christmas is not the wretched sight of Ignorance and Want, but the question that Scrooge poses to the Ghost -- "Spirit are they yours?" In Scrooge's moral world, parents are responsible for their "own" children.
I agree that it may seem "illogical or even obscene" to suggest that we, as a species, have become less violent over time. But if myth reflects society, as was argued by Joseph Campbell, we have to look no further than the evolution of Santa Claus for evidence of our gentling.
When you have a Princess-obsessed Toddler, Christmas/Hanukkah is a hazardous time. No matter what you tell well-meaning relatives about the kinds of gifts your daughter would like, they know the truth.
The average American gains between 4 and 7 pounds between Thanksgiving and Christmas. It is a scary statistic. Parties, family gatherings, stress, alcohol and fatigue are all to blame. The good news is that it doesn't have to be this way. Here are a few tips for keeping slim this holiday season:
In my home, Festivus has become a holiday fixture. We view the day as a little oasis of fun amid the holiday hubbub. In case you are considering a Festivus celebration, here are four Festivus lessons that may either persuade or dissuade you.
'Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house, happiness reigned. The year was 1968 and as usual I was busy with clients on the phone, when suddenly, a headache, like I've never had before, struck me. I went upstairs to lie down and rest with my young son watching over me. Then to the hospital I went and my life to heaven, for I died, to awake with new purpose and intent.
Perhaps Big Eyes is not the best-crafted piece of art. It may seem disproportionate in features and at points, tawdry and even uneven. However, not only is this film important, it is urgent.
Now that the "War on Christmas" is over -- its publicist, Fox News Bill O'Reilly, announced this finding last week -- we can survey the post-war terrain.
Hopefully, sometime in the not too distant future, records will be flying off the shelves again. Well, probably not. But who could have predicted CDs? Or iTunes? Or Lady Gaga? It's hard to tell what will come about next.
'Tis the season of giving, and everywhere you look you'll see suggestions for the "perfect gifts" for your loved ones: something they'll love forever, something they'll never forget, something unique. How about someone -- how about a kitten or cat from the shelter?
Cut yourself some slack already! I promise, your family can have a great holiday without the glossy magazine perfection.
My parents used to just tell me that Santa was watching, and I'd look at the celling, and assume there was some ominous eye viewing my behavior. Things are much more tangible now.
One Sunday morning last spring I sat in that field. Sunday -- a day of Sabbath and rest and time set aside to meet in fellowship and community with the body of Christ and with our Creator. It is such an incredible privilege to work and spend time in that holy place.
I stood in the cold wind, listening to this woman's stories of her husband, of her life, and of her loss. And I was so moved by her.
With Christmas Day just around the corner, many people are finishing up their holiday shopping by purchasing gift cards for their friends and family members.