by Lauryn Singh
This Christmas season, I think of my grandmother, whom we called Nani, a Hindi word for grandma. Despite her disabilities, she made sure to create lasting Christmas memories by coming to our house to make traditional Indian gujias, a kind of pastry with a sweet...
by Ben Amoah
My earliest Christmas memory goes back to when I was four years old. We were in our 600 square-foot apartment, and had a Christmas tree covered in blue, red, green, and yellow bulbs. We had our outdoor balcony draped in warm yellow lights and had a low-budget nativity...
by Jenn Quach
One Christmas the adults decided to use us kids (me, my sister, and my two cousins) as the cast of colorful characters for “The Bible.” They rented a video camera, made costumes, wrote scripts, and then we filmed several stories, including, Adam and Eve, Moses,...
by Chris James
One of my first and most favorite Christmas memories took place when I was only four or five years old. We were living in Price, Utah, where my dad was pastoring. My mom was a nurse but decided to quit and stay home with my brother and me, so we packed our bags and...
by Lynsey Mize
To a literature teacher, there are few things more dazzling than “double meanings.” I plant the seeds for the thrill of the hunt early in my high schoolers. As underclassmen I’m constantly asking them, “and what else might that mean?” And the reward inevitably comes...
by Pono Lopez
Wonder to the Christian community is as powerful as gratitude. Both have the ability to transport a person from hopelessness to hopefulness. Wonder is the acceptance of God’s mystery beyond the reality of the known world. Where the known world can be defeating,...
