I sit in my favorite chair, feet up, sipping coffee, watching the snow come down, fireplace ablaze. Ah! This is what I love. I love the aroma of coffee early on a cold winter morning. I love the December darkness and stillness of a new day. I love this time...

I was introduced this year to a poem by G. K. Chesterton that is written through the eyes of the Magi. It serves well as a meditation on the incredible humility we must have in approaching the realities of Christmas. For Christ, this world was not safe, but a place...

In The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, the news that "Aslan is on the move" was good news, very good news. Why was the news so good? Because the situation was dire. It was winter, and had been winter for a long, long time and "it never got to...