A Christmas PoemA Christmas Poem

A Christmas Poem

Trina Arnold offers some words for the season

Welcoming the StrangerWelcoming the Stranger

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 ShipsI Saw Three Ships

I Saw Three Ships

a song for the Christmas season, from Bob Bennett

A Blast of Divine LightA Blast of Divine Light

A Blast of Divine Light

Misgivings about the secularized holiday season.

Naked in the lightNaked in the light

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 EveNo room | A sermon for Christmas Eve

No room | A sermon for Christmas Eve

A Christmas Eve story of displacement and hope

Firstborn – a Linda Andres paintingFirstborn – a Linda Andres painting

Firstborn – a Linda Andres painting

From the shadow of the Christ, hope is born.

Left Handed ChristmasLeft Handed Christmas

Left Handed Christmas

Robert Burton has just released what he’s calling his first CD, first solo recording and first Christmas album.

Snow and flowersSnow and flowers

Snow and flowers

What then does it mean to be like a child?

Divorced Christmas

We have a deep longing to keep the family together … maybe more than people whose families are intact