This Advent and Christmas season, the time is right for us to rediscover that familiar story and experience God’s presence in a new way, knowing we are exactly where we need to be.

That day when I had that sudden thought, the child who would become our younger son was newly born and not far away. Only God could have known that.

The detailing of each and every piece of the presepe found along the Via San Gregorio Armeno is exact and minute, the work of artists who spend years honing their craft.

John the Baptist cries out to us, like parents urging their children, saying “This is the Lord!”

There is nothing like that wait for the baby to arrive, especially in those final hours before the birth.

“The Christmas Carol” is only the most prominent of Dickens’s several Christmas stories, my favorite of which is “The Cricket on the Hearth: A Fairy Tale of Home,” published on Dec. 20, 1845.

Growing our spiritual lives while immersed in a digital world requires a media spirituality that centers us in Christ, the perfect communicator.

You cannot “double dip” by attending a Christmas eve Mass that happens to be on Sunday and have this one Mass fulfill two obligations.

The things we buy cannot replace quality time spent with loved ones.

Detachment scares people — it sounds like coldness or indifference — but I’m coming to believe it’s actually a deep manifestation of love.