Trina Arnold offers some words for the season
Welcoming the Stranger
A sermon for Christmas Eve
Being a downtown church
To clutch justice so tightly is its own kind of prison.
In the cry of a tiny baby
Maybe that angel would arrive on some North End street where teenaged prostitutes huddle against the cold, or in the midst of a Syrian refugee camp in Lebanon.
One of us
This boy who is about to be a young man—a son of the torah—is already wrestling deeply with the stuff of faith
I Saw Three Ships
a song for the Christmas season, from Bob Bennett
A Blast of Divine Light
Misgivings about the secularized holiday season.
Naked in the light
Do we dare to stand in openness and naked vulnerability in the light of Christ?
No room | A sermon for Christmas Eve
A Christmas Eve story of displacement and hope
Firstborn – a Linda Andres painting
From the shadow of the Christ, hope is born.
Left Handed Christmas
Robert Burton has just released what he’s calling his first CD, first solo recording and first Christmas album.
Snow and flowers
What then does it mean to be like a child?
We have a deep longing to keep the family together … maybe more than people whose families are intact