Christian dogma and devotion, as sincere as it might be, robs the mother who bore Jesus of her humanity. The very concept of an asexual "mother of God" is alien and foreign to Jewish culture and to the Hebrew Bible.
One false way to convince "people" the world over (including in our very own USA) that you're "doing something" when you actually have nothing to do/decide upon, is to be "on the move," with the complacent media, eager for any story, "reporting" on your "new initiative."
It is fitting to remember this Christmas that God's greatest love story began with two people (a lot like you and me) who chose to set aside their reputations, their future, possibly even their own safety -- and simply trust in each other.
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.
The Christmas season is, we all know, harried. In our rush to please, our hurry to purchase, many of us will make quick decisions. Like me! Friend me! Poke me! But the Advent season is a time of waiting, expectation, hope.
It is difficult, if not impossible, for a woman to access one of her deepest powers of intuition -- receiving guidance from the Divine and the courage to follow it -- if she inherently believes that she does not have the capability of doing so.
I moved to Astoria on a February day, when the daffodils were in full bloom and the snow was on the red, red roses. I didn't need a green thumb to figure out what had been staring me in the face: These flowers were fakes.