On the Eve of Epiphany, the Twelfth Day of Christmas, why not gather up in gratitude all the abundance of love, joy and celebration that our Christmas faith has bestowed upon us and, wherever we live, think of some ways to take to the streets and share it with the world?
For Ephrem, the Nativity reveals the hidden God and yet it does not change who this God is.
Christmas is a time when Christians are particularly susceptible to one of the perennial temptations of religion: domesticating the gospel.
Who taught the Word first to speak?
The temple God has chosen to dwell in is creation, which is the temple he made for himself.
God descends into the messiness of our lives so that we might ascend to participate and share in his glory, a glory that does not result from our genetics, or bloodline, or our own self-determination, but from the sheer grace of God.
A bouquet of jasmine is a fitting gift for Mary, the Queen of Heaven.
This Christmas, pull on your boots, tie up your laces, grab your hat, and start walking. We’ve a long journey ahead of us.