Office of the General Assembly THE REV. DR. J. HERBERT NELSON, II STATED CLERK OF THE GENERAL ASSEMBLY For to us a child is born, to us a son is… Read more »
Oficina de la Asamblea General EL REVERENDO DR. J. HERBERT NELSON, II SECRETARIO PERMANENTE DE LA ASAMBLEA GENERAL «Nos ha nacido un niño, Dios nos ha dado un hijo: a… Read more »
총회 사무국 Office of the General Assembly 허버트 넬슨 목사 THE REVEREND DR. J. HERBERT NELSON, II 총회 정서기 STATED CLERK OF THE GENERAL ASSEMBLY 이는 한 아기가 우리에게 났고… Read more »
The church was festooned with a green wreath above the altar cross and rows of red and white poinsettias. But the lights were dim and the candles were ready, along with small packets of tissues placed strategically in each pew.
Thirty years ago Bassem Giacaman, whose large extended family has lived in this town for generations, immigrated to New Zealand with his parents and siblings in search of a life far away from the turmoil of the Middle East.
Children’s book publishers – hoping perhaps for the next contemporary classic, another “Polar Express” or “Hershel and the Hanukkah Goblins” – have sent out a blizzard of holiday choices this year.
As part of an ongoing series designed to engage Presbyterians in conversation and learning around the seasons of the Christian year, the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) continued its occasional Facebook live series on Wednesday afternoon.
If you cringe each year at the saccharine, formulaic entertainment that Hollywood and TV foist onto the public during the so-called Christmas Season, here are four films actually worth your precious time. Two are Advent films of longing and hope, and two are Christmas Eve films focused on the power of love.
As college campuses everywhere become ghost towns over the Christmas and New Year’s holidays, with dormitories mostly shuttered and food services closed, many international students find themselves in a unique—and often lonely—position, longing for home. And the promise of a home-cooked meal.
I feel the presence of Jesus in a lot of different places: hiking in the woods, walking on the beach, singing “Silent Night” on Christmas Eve. But I never expected to meet Jesus under a musty, old kitchen sink.
