incarnation

At Christmas, the least grown-up parts of us have free rein.

As the depth of the climate crisis is revealed, our despair grows. But God hovers at the edge of doom.

God is humbly present in every living creature. Maybe closer than we’ve imagined.

The nakedness of the incarnation reframes what it means to be strong.

Being a community means welcoming those with diverse views, not cocooning oneself with like-minded people.

Perhaps the neither/nor of Galatians 3 isn’t really about moving beyond specific identities.

Christianity is, finally, a story in which communication prevails over violence.

A collection of essays invites artists and
theologians into conversation.

Paul Contino offers a hope-filled reading of The Brothers Karamazov.

A nine-year-old at my church wants to know.

The vulnerability of the newborn Christ challenges our inclination to play God.

What exactly is it about the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ that says “tiara romance”?

To say creation is ex nihilo is to say that divine love is the only power at work in the creation of everything.

I didn’t know how to answer, but I do know that the gendering of God has real-world consequences.

The incarnation doesn’t require a miracle; it reveals one that’s already there.

The No More Deaths volunteers were imitating the logic of the incarnation.

For some reason, I couldn’t find the holy in the holy rocks everyone else was venerating.

My understanding of God has become a welcome object of gravity, as it moved from heady abstractions to my gut.

If we become godlike, what god will we be like?

The Still Pilgrim—seemingly Angela Alaimo O'Donnell's alter ego—reflects joy and longing.