Let us join the Holy Family and shepherds and angels in focusing our gaze on the babe in the crib, on the greatest Gift of God, born to bear all our sins and give us eternal life.
Who could think of Lutherans without thinking of a people possessed of an unflagging, unabating, almost obsessive desire to sit in the back of the church during worship?
As our common enemies grow in strength and hostility, we must stand firm with Catholics on the ground that we share.
Online giving may soon make passing the plate during Sunday morning worship services practically obsolete. But at what theological cost?
Snow falls, and the ugliness of an unsightly landscape disappears. Dirt, decay, dilapidation — all are erased by two or three inches of newly fallen snow.