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Christmas is best pondered, not with logic, but with imagination. In the mystery of Christmas we find its majesty. The mystery of how God became flesh, why he chose to come, and how he must love his people. Such mysteries can never be solved, just as Love can never be diagrammed. Three Christmas...

Spiritual beings populate the stories of Scripture. Angels singing. Demons infecting. Heavenly hosts fighting . . . Ignore the armies of God and Satan and you ignore the heart of Scripture. Ever since the snake tempted Eve in Eden, we've known: there is more to this world than meets the eye. In...

A Chicago journalist finds himself in a small Texas town on Christmas Eve. Lonely and alone, he encounters old faces and new facts: a hand carved manger, a father's guilt, a young girl's faith. The trip into the past holds his key to the future, and a scarlet cross shows him the way home.

Tap-tap-tap. Small pieces of ice tick against the window. I open my eyes, and look looks out through the chill gray to the line of trees far away. The wind whines a bit between the cracks, and the window glass has rattles and shivers. There—across the grounds, before the fields and the trees—a straight whiteness, standing. The wind moves the white dress in small ripples across the bones beneath. A slow dark closes around The Woman Who Wears White. She faces away looking looks out toward the far trees, and I have thinks that she must be very cold since she has no coat and no shoes.