There isn’t a typical Christmas. There never has been one. Is it “The Night Before Christmas” or “A Christmas Carol”? Is it the Salvation Army bell ringers or the overconsumption of eggnog and overpurchasing of possessions?
Thanks to President Obama’s decision to begin normalizing relations with Cuba, Marco Rubio’s whole world changed. This historic development complicates the road ahead for Jeb Bush while propelling Rubio into a great spot from which to run for the nomination.
The four people who competed to replace Bonnie Pannell on the Sacramento City Council in November were all African American. That probably didn’t surprise anyone; District 8 is a historically black seat representing historically black communities.
Chinese don’t wage war on Christmas. At Hong Kong International Airport, a piped-in saxophone harked the herald angels. A tree appeared in the lobby of our Beijing apartment building. Trainers at the gym donned Santa hats.
The common theme in all the scenarios is family. Christmas or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa, whatever you celebrate, the best gift isn’t a bicycle or long pants, jewelry or electronics, toys or games, but what you believe the holiday season means.
The process of faith, of bringing moments of intense inward understanding into the ballyhoo of life, seems to involve a lot of reading and talking – as people try to make sense of who God is and how holiness should be lived out.
Sting, Bono, Boy George and a handful of other 1980s pop stars crooned “Do they know it’s Christmastime at all?” 30 years ago to raise money for famine victims in Africa. That memorable refrain was meant to be metaphorical; Africa is home to millions of Christians.