Perhaps we need a new, albeit very different, St. Nicholas. Someone who recognizes our poverty, a poverty of attention and time, and can fill our homes and hearts with something far more valuable than more screens and chocolate coins.

We Christians don’t stay in hobbit holes; we go on adventure.

It’s the third week of Advent, and Christmas—which seemed so far off just a few weeks ago—is looming large.

We were invited to wear ugly Christmas sweaters to a work meeting, and somehow I realized I didn’t own a Christmas sweater.

’Tis the season for Christmas treats, Christmas parties, and Christmas caroling. So why not wrap them all into one delectable, delightful experience?

This year the Christmas classic “It’s A Wonderful Life” hit closer to home than ever for Managing Editor Paul McMullen.

Nine years ago today we met our older son. The past nine years have been the blink of an eye and yet forever, all at the same time.

Say what you want about his prudence. I will speak of him with honor.

The weeks leading up to Christmas are their own gift, offering a time for us to ready our hearts and consider the enormity of the real miracle of Christmas.

Christmas reminds us that God, as Christ, has entered our world again in person to let us know that God never abandons us, that evil ultimately will not triumph.