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This Christmas, I have the opportunity to be surrounded by family, familiar and new. And as I reflect on the Nativity, I am so thankful. In his calling me to take care of and love His mother, the Lord welcomes me as His family, allowing me to abide in Him and with Him.
I've recently felt something mutate in my DNA, and I'm pretty sure it was my Christmas card gene activating; I've been noticing them everywhere and feeling a growing sense of urgency, like I should get cracking before I find myself in the winter of my life.
Muslims Americans: Go be a part of the joy of the season. But as you send your children to embrace the garbage collectors and adopt neglected families, remind them that we don't celebrate Christmas seeking worldly gain or social acceptance.
There were no disco balls or singing children. The setting was drab and far-from-festive. The tattered hymnals and song sheets retrieved from the cabinet. The individuals came all dressed in red -- not because red is a Christmas color, but because red is the color of the assigned uniform.
Christmas time is a joyful time for families to come together, no matter their religious affiliations, and for the service women and men who are deplo...
"What if there had been room at the inn?" So many people have asked this question that I don't know who to attribute it to.
Memories embedded with romantic pictures of Jesus' birth are quite impossible to rewrite. Retold by Christmas pageants, reminded by carols and pictures replenish what we think happened at Jesus' birth. The overall narrative has it right, but the core assumption is so wrong as to miss an essential part of the story.
Maybe the gift of silence is what this year's holiday is really about. The gift of silence can restore the mystic within an unbelieving soul. Given the opportunity, the peace and stillness this Christmas Eve can restore something even more beautiful: our innocence.
He is not someone who lives at the North Pole, makes toys, drinks hot cocoa and hangs out with elves, flying reindeer and Mrs. Claus. But he is real.
There's even a life-sized Gingerbread House, made with real gingerbread and of course Santa Claus.
I know I can't let this Christmas season go to waste, because next year, I'll be an adult living on my own. The prospect of this scares me a bit, but if I hold to what I hold most dear to me, maybe moving out won't be so intimidating.
The 2005 Christmas pageant of All Saints Episcopal Church in Pasadena, California, for what I'm guessing was the first time in recorded history, Jesus had two daddies.
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When I was 8 years old, I took out some prosciutto and started rolling it around some breadsticks. When my mom asked what I was doing, I looked up and said, "Just in case Santa is Italian."
Last year, Jack, who was saving his money for an iPod touch, donated half his savings to buy mosquito nets to help prevent the deadly spread of malaria in developing countries.
Yes, I'm a teenage atheist and yes, I celebrate Christmas. Why? Well, you see I could list off the number of Christmas traditions that aren't even Christian at all from the Yule log to the tree to the caroling to the candles.
