Christmas at my house is….comfort. And peace. And rest. And joy. And togetherness. And connection. Christmas is the one time of year my whole family is fortunate enough to all come back together again. Time has spread us out across the U.S. and expanded our family to almost double its size. But at Christmas, we’re […]
Christians have long wrestled with how to interact with culture and pagan heritage. Some pagan symbols, like the Christmas tree, have become fully embraced by the Church and reclaimed from their pagan origins. I don’t want to replace the solstice. For me the seasons and turnings of our planet are spiritual and holy.
If we think that a body is something to be endured, despised, judged, punished… what does that say about God?
Being in a Muslim country, finding anything at all Christmas related was a real challenge. Cards, candies, tinsel, turkey, all out of the question. And a tree? None of the befuddled store clerks could comprehend why we would want to buy a tree, let alone take it home and put it in our living room.
For us, like many immigrant families, Christmas isn’t as much a religious celebration as a celebration of the life and the family my parents have created in the States.
Giving a child a toy gun for Jesus’ Birthday, is kinda like wearing a clown costume to a funeral. We shouldn’t celebrate the birth of the Prince of Peace with a piece. And while I have some reservations about kids playing with toy guns, I’ve been taking care of children long enough to know that you can’t keep them from playing with guns. Believe me. I’ve tried.