nativity

In this space between Christmastide and the Baptism of our Lord, it is good to recall that God became man, and not for a moment, playing with human likeness and then giving it up for better things. This is a God who goes to the place of wielded swords and worse. And the child hums in the stable, "become like me."

I recently reviewed a beautiful book, Divine Love: Art of the Nativity by Sarah Drummond, which occupies a place at the intersection of art history...

… to behold the fair beauty of the Lord. —Psalm 27:6 I am deeply moved each Christmas Eve when the Christ Child figure is gently placed in...

By Neal Michell People throng to Christmas Eve services, but few attend Christmas Day services. Somehow, the simplicity of Christmas Day services allows the truth...

I wrote an article recently about the “Poverty of Jesus,” responding to a few blog posts written by Ian Paul, which have come out regularly...

Here is Isaac’s Fear revealed; here is Jacob’s ladder stretched out; here the prince of this world looks on, agape.

At Christmas, we sing hymns and carols that call the child born to Mary and Joseph “Lord.” But we are told that more and more, the use of that title is outdated, sexist, and perhaps even a sort of theological “microagression” against some of the folks in the pews.

The ox knows its owner, and the ass its master’s crib; but Israel does not know, my people do not understand.

"He was in the world, and the world came into being through him; yet the world did not know him." At the nativity, there was no room for God in the world.