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Merry Christmas from the editors of City Journal. In another special episode of 10 Blocks, editor Brian Anderson extends his best wishes to all our listeners during the holiday season, reflects on a year of terrific guests, and more.
I saw this story about a youngster from the Kitsap Peninsula on my KOMO Web site this morning. For a few years, this 10-year-old boy has been collecting toys for children who are in Seattle Children’s Hospital over the Christmas holidays. A Little Child shall lead them, indeed. Preview Open
The film is dark and grainy, and the room is poorly lit. None of the cast is wearing the proper sort of clothes or makeup. And all of them, particularly the father of the little moppet with the starring role, are bursting with their pride in the first member of a new generation in the family. It’s the iconic Christmas of my childhood, my first real memory, one I have been able to call up at a moment’s notice all my life, but which lived only in my heart and in my mind for almost 50 years. Until, that is, a most unexpected gift from Dad gave it back to me “for realz,” as the children say.
Granny and Grandpa’s. 104 Church Lane, Handsworth Wood, Birmingham 20, England, UK. Northern 4749, if you wanted to phone and have a conversation. (This entailed going under the stairs where the telephone was located, and hiding yourself away for the duration, almost as if there was something a bit untoward–nay, rude even–about standing there talking into the air, as if to someone who was actually in the room with you, but, really, wasn’t.)
The old air-raid shelter under the living-room floor, where my mother and Uncle John used to lie awake at night and listen to the bombs raining down around them. The kitchen, with its tiny gas stove and old stone sink, and its attached pantry, which usually had a cake of some sort front and center in it. The cereal box (All-Bran), emptied of its original contents, and kept on the old teak draining board, where Granny used to stuff the tinfoil lids from the milk bottles, and then, when it was full, send them off “to the seeing-eye dogs.” (I never could understand how covering up the eyes of “seeing-eye dogs” with gold and silver tinfoil disks [for that was how I imagined them being used], was at all helpful. It was decades before I “twigged” and realized that it was actually a recycling project.)
The Messiah would be born in Bethlehem (Micah 5:2). He would come from the family of David (Psalm 89:3-4; 29-36). God promised Abraham that through his family all the nations of the world would be blessed (Genesis 12:3). He would be God’s only “begotten” son (Psalm 89:27). But the LORD will give you a sign […]
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the House of Representatives Not a creature was legislating, not even a socialist mouse; The impeachment was voted on by the democrats as a dare, in hopes that the sainted Media soon wouldn’t despair; The radicals were nestled all smug with their cloakroom goons, While visions of […]
I was a true believer in Saint Nick. After all, I had seen him with my own two eyes. One of my earliest memories was seeing the bearded one parading through our townhouse, clad in red and white, shouting “Ho! Ho! Ho!”
My sister and brother, older than me by three and five years respectively, were thrilled beyond belief. Four-year-old Jon-Jon was screaming in terror, hiding behind the second-floor banister. No idea why I reacted that way. I sat in Santa’s lap at the mall every year without issue and I was very pro-gift.
Seeing St. Nick in my own home still freaked me out. But at least I knew he was very, very real. As the youngest child, my family was determined to keep it that way.
My wife and I have a yearly holiday disagreement: boring white lights or beautiful colored lights? As our woefully artificial tree is pre-lit with white lights (and I’m disinclined to get a new one) the argument is largely intellectual. Still, I gaze in wonderment and amazedness at the lovely colors of the Christmas tree across the street in the neighbors’ window.
For those of you who don’t know, Nextdoor.com is a private social network by neighborhood. People post lost dogs or things for sale, or maybe they ask for recommendations for a dentist. Well on ours, we’re in the midst of a small drama regarding Christmas decorations. There’s a tradition in Austin of people decorating the […]
Friends, the ACF brings you Chris Wolfe for Christmas–we talk about Die Hard, the story of an unexpected redeemer coming to deliver us from temptation in winter’s peril. No, really–Chris argues that we should take Sgt. Al Powell as–well, ourselves, the audience, who root for John McClane, but are powerless to do anything ourselves, but yearn to help him–Sgt. Al redeems himself in the course of the movie, as is indeed America redeemed by withstanding the corruption foisted on us by elite institutions that arrogantly remove from us any self-government, all the while exposing us to violence and lawlessness…
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Having an infant at Christmastime was something that immensely impacted my perspective of the holiday. My eldest daughter was six months old during that December, when I truly grasped the significance of the incarnation. Suddenly, it was clear that the festivities and lights and celebrations and gifts are because Jesus, the infinite Creator God, the second Person of the eternal Trinity, became flesh and blood.
Jesus was a tiny, helpless baby just like my sweet, precious baby.
“And while they were there, the time came for her [Mary] to give birth. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger.” Luke 2:6-7
In a special holiday edition of 10 Blocks, Timothy Goeglein joins City Journal assistant editor Charles McElwee to discuss how people of faith can help renew American society—themes explored in his new book, American Restoration: How Faith, Family, and Personal Sacrifice Can Heal Our Nation.
Coauthored with Craig Osten, American Restoration calls for a revival of spiritual values in America and offers a roadmap for people of faith to engage with our modern culture—especially at the local level.
The Christmas season is very much a season of joy and a celebration of the advent of Jesus the Messiah here in von Aue household, even more so in my generation of the family than it was when I was a child. My father’s atheism put a damper back then on the reminders of the […]
Noel Christmas is lonelylike the rustle of a nestthat keeps out cold one night longer. Preview Open