The first time I ever understood the Nativity, I was in a village called Yanoun, in the hills above the West Bank city of Nablus. I was there to visit friends who were serving, on behalf of the World Council of Churches, as nonviolent accompaniers alongside the Palestinian villagers. We were given a tour of […]
A Place at the Manger
My mother wasn’t the best at being a mom. We didn’t share a whole lot of mother-daughter moments and my memories of her are not as joy-filled as I would like. Yet, I think of her at Christmas time. She hated Christmas and didn’t always cope with the stress of the holidays in healthy ways. […]