Beautiful are the feet of those who announce peace. . . . Beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news and announce salvation.” In my community, the many feet...

My biological parents were respected community leaders in the Haitian community where I grew up in New Jersey. They would often tell me that bearing their name came with a certain...

It took me a while to understand that the true essence of praise is to be my authentic self. Coming from a charismatic church tradition, I was taught that praising God...

It was Christmas Eve, and we gathered for worship in Memory Care behind locked doors. I read the Christmas story from Luke, and we sang the familiar Christmas carols. Most of...

During Advent I always made sure to visit the homebound in my congregation. It was near Christmas when I went to visit Mrs. Sharman and her family. Lizzie lived in a...

Brenden, a Celtic monk, appeared before the king in Inverness and challenged him to become a Christian. The king replied, “And if I become a Christian, what difference would that make?”...

It was Christmas Eve on a ward of a large hospital. My sister, Mary Ann, was a nurse and always volunteered to work on this night. She was single and wanted...

When I taught psychology at a community college, I always took students during Advent to an Operation Santa Claus mission at a state mental hospital. Part of our experience was to...

During the Advent season, my late wife, Alice Ann, and I had a custom of visiting a person in our parish who lived alone. Mary, a single woman, lived a solitary...

Advent is that season of the Christian year when we look backward with gratitude for the birth of Christ and forward with hope as we await the second coming of Christ....